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A water current carries us in haste |
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With the speed of a maelstrom |
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Our only light created by the glowing seas |
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As we advance to the unknown |
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Know, the abyss is here |
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Feel the tight grip of fear |
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As the creature draws near |
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See, enthralling light glowing |
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Now, the portal is opening |
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The stars decide: The rift is complete |
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One time in a thousand years |
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To reveal the true force of chaos |
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A formless thing a blasphemy |
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A thousand tentacles |
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With a thousand eyes |
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All crawling to reach us |
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My hands have a light grip of my sword |
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Now, there's no more fear |
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Just a heightened sense of things |
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The priestess behind me |
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With silent spells she calls her queen |
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Umberlee, the dark mistress of the sea |
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To aid us against what would undone reality |
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My magic sword slashing left and right |
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Chopping tentacles in two |
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And green blood flows |
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But it is a matter of time till I'm caught |
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The eyes spinning, it is painful to look at |
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As are the lost souls of mortals |
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Staring in eternal horror and agony |
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The lord of chaos is trying to make me lose |
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What remains of my sanity |
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But I rage and slash and back again |
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As a tentacle grabs my leg |
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I feel the pain - but I still fight |
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I'll teach this thing how mortals fight |
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And now a mortal bravely dies |
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Before it holds my soul |
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At the time my sword arm is caught |
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And I paralyze, soon to be lost |
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The waters shake, the spell is complete |
