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Atlantean Kodex The Golden Bough

Our past lives cast off like a gown The spells have been cast, the veil has been lifted We leave this world Elysium beckons The Golden Bough opens the

With silver spires and stars And I will wander very far Farther than those hills Farther than the moon To beg the Lord "Grant me the Golden Bough" To

for thee and call to thee I'll come to thee again! When winter comes and singing ends When darkness falls at last When broken is the Golden Bough And

moonlit coasts repeat the answer Sighing dark mechanic mills Cease your ever-turning mourning Shine forth upon our clouded hills Waters could not have killed you Nor fire, Atlantis