Sounds Of A Metal Gong

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Ten thousand times did in turn our fine heights bestow on glaring minds evils to grill our souls with an oily mind hearing clangs of truth


we decline to follow the strait path in gentle lease of our memories.





Ten thousand times my plight


in every mind we have journeyed thus far crooked shadows of a forgotten past.
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Now I fear the growing cry of my father lying beneath sands to eternity. @@