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On the horizon lays a star
Casting rays to shadows domain
Enduring a struggle to stay beyond the horizons crest
Lingering always long enough to ensure its safe return
Just above the level of suffocation
Ridding of all respect for the darkening night
It departs with hesitant shades of blood
Dancing to the sirens call before the turning
Now just an edge above the line
Holding out as long as time let be
Watching as it falls between the lines
Giving way to the waning moon
Laying down into its grave
To embrace the bitter enclosure of the creasing horizon
With thoughts to the rising of new turning tides to wash away the mourning light
The aura of the vacant countenance of a ice cold complexion
With its departing words, it emits the declaration of the new born era
To last or to die, I’ll still extol the dawning of no new day
With distant respect that quickly fades
I recognize the complete visage
So hear my final praise
Against the deluge of grief toned wind
Blending revulsion and splendor to one distinctive satisfaction
All while in chorus to the banshee’s call
Setting forth, dreading the rebirth of the innovative dawn

Description
On the horizon lays a star
Casting rays to shadows domain
Enduring a struggle to stay beyond the horizons crest
Lingering always long enough to ensure its safe return
Just above the level of suffocation
Ridding of all respect for the darkening night
It departs with hesitant shades of blood
Dancing to the sirens call before the turning
Now just an edge above the line
Holding out as long as time let be
Watching as it falls between the lines
Giving way to the waning moon
Laying down into its grave
To embrace the bitter enclosure of the creasing horizon
With thoughts to the rising of new turning tides to wash away the mourning light
The aura of the vacant countenance of a ice cold complexion
With its departing words, it emits the declaration of the new born era
To last or to die, I’ll still extol the dawning of no new day
With distant respect that quickly fades
I recognize the complete visage
So hear my final praise
Against the deluge of grief toned wind
Blending revulsion and splendor to one distinctive satisfaction
All while in chorus to the banshee’s call
Setting forth, dreading the rebirth of the innovative dawn