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Aubade For The Cursed Woods And Devastated Lands 

Serenade For The Broken Path Of Doom  

Estsanatlehi, Your Silence Is A Desolation 

And When The Grey Clouds Fell 

It Began At The End Of A Meaningless Dream 

Et Là Emanèrent Les Douces Senteurs De Nos Ames 

Behind The Door 

The Roads Of My Country 

That Brought Shining Visions In A Cold Water Stream 

So I Walked Through This Land Thinking Of What I Am