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Who are you, man? |
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Walking on this earth of misery |
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Condemned to vain existence, following low things. |
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The truly |
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Grand surrounds you, though it never reaches you |
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As you are a prisoner of your poor knowledge. |
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Who is it to redeem you? |
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This invisible figure, |
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The ruler of your dreams? |
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Whose help do you implore when your horizon is not enough? |
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Is it God? |
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You find yourself enclosed in this room |
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From which there is no way out. |
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There is no door that opens to your knocking |
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But a drawbridge that closes in front of you. |
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Your inner self is hidden behind walls, |
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The cold walls of your inner self |
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Shielding you from the outer world. |
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You determine the point of time, |
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At which you open yourself to this present world, |
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At which you allow contact by weak media - |
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Through your senses, that deceive you. |
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You see the dawn but true light never reaches you, |
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You sense warmth but you are |
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Surrounded by frost. |
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The Serpent, the |
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Evil, the |
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Lord of Darkness |
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Reawakens and leads the way. |
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Secret knowledge, forgotten over milennia, |
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Discloses itself to you, tears down your walls. |
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You receive strength but not from within yourself. |
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It is the contrast between darkness and light. |
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A dark access to the |
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Gateway to the |
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Underworld |
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Opens within the fires of |
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Re, That donate you light to honour the |
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Sun: The passage to a new |
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Kingdom is created. |
