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I dreamt dreams, holy things they were |
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Visions wherein all the future was laid out. |
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I'm the one, the one they placed on the throne of night. |
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Under the moonswept skies of the surface |
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So long ago... |
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I'm your captor, prophet king of an elder age |
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Who has returned in fulfillment of the prophecy. |
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For did not the |
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Holy One banish me? |
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Punished for the greatness of my vision? |
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The long wait is ending, |
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Soon we will have our vengeance. |
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Destiny has prepared us a destiny, |
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Achieved with the death of the heir of |
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God. I'm your captor, prophet king of an elder age |
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Under the nightswept skies of the surface. |
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I ascend the throne of the night again |
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Under the nightswept skies of the surface. |
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Where before there was silence |
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The shadows are now filled. |
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Filled with the sound of sharpened claws. |
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Captured with the piercing toneless song. |
