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The path leads me through the night |
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I search for ancient signs |
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The light of my torch, can't pierce through the darkness |
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Dead shadows rise from the light |
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They surround me, and |
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I hear the voices that are calling me in a long forgotten ancient tongue |
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The path leads through the fog |
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I follow the traces of old secrets |
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The cold and frost penetrate through my body |
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I hear music in the distance, the sound of sad old melodies. |
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I'm surely not alone here, some one is behind and ahead of me |
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Someone is so close, but yet so far away |
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My dream is mixing with my consciousness |
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The thick fog grabs a hold of my senses and the road that |
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I'm following is still long. |
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Voices of ancient wisdom call me from trees |
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The path leads throughout the night |
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I follow where it takes me |
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Voice and instinct embraced in my blood |
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Soon I'll find the truth, which is hidden in the nightly fog. |
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Nightly phantoms tantalize me |
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In the darkness |
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I see fires and, ancient warriors bow down above them. |
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Their shadows move with life ancient strength will awaken them, from their long sleep... |
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Anceient strength which |
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I will find... and return from night to the light |
