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All along the dark and forbidden way |
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I can I can feel their eyes and see their arcane thrones |
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So between my steps I rest to gather up my strength |
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I must keep pushing onward |
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Under swirling moons and galaxies |
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In the presence of ancients, beckoning to me |
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And I fear to be their conduit and lose myself |
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In the shadow |
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Shifting path, that makes it hard to tread my way |
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Wastes my strength, takes my breath |
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For the purpose of erosion of my will to carry on |
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And steals the fire from my blood |
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Lost within the shade, I call out for a helping hand |
