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I stand before thee, Father of all that seeks |
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A spirit forged from the depths of chaos |
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Primordial echoes of a dying race |
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Scream like soulless wraiths of what once was |
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The gates stand closed to the lesser ones |
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Forgotten in time, shunned by the light, and the dark |
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Their blood is weak, impure and faded |
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None shall pass, the twisted iron, and the one eye |
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The price of being, is to become and behold |
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The halls of the gods, born of blood and stone |
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Share none of their power, with honourless men |
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I have borne the curse, and loved her mistress |
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The dark star revealed its secret |
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And its unseen light shined through me |
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Ancient and cruel, for at the gates I stand |
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To walk forward to the beginning |
