Cataclysm

An antique land, a cursed land sinking
 Away into the crushing depths
 An antique land, a cursed land falling
 Away soon to be lost to the living
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 Who will hear the words from my dying lips?
 Who will heed my stories of this ancient place?
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 Glance with scorn on the folly
 Breathe in dust and ash
 Stories of this wretched grave
 Wrought of ruin from the cradle of life
 Stories of this ancient kingdom
 "The hand that mocked them and the heart that fled"
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 The island sinks in the darkness
 My cursed memory slips from
 Sight, we try to find it
 It's what's left that keeps us alive
 The air is sick with bloodlust
 Whither
 The two doors in the earth lie open for me
 Trapped in days without sunlight
 Lost in starless nights
 I saw the pain in his eyes
 He's never looked so sick of this world
 The island sinks in the darkness
 My cursed memory slips from
 Sight, we try to find it
 It's what's left that keeps us alive