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Born in the woods, raised among the jackals |
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Epic battles were to come; forlorned |
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He stood As the stars were falling one by one |
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He raised |
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His hands and cursed |
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Eternal frost in soul to blame |
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His children |
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Damned to be, to feel the unlight, the creatures of the |
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Night My sadness |
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I defy, Lord of darkened skies whispering, as |
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I die The blackness |
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I purify, |
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God of my despise dreaming, as |
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I cry The dark erases the past of sorrow |
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The fear freezes by the cold |
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I of forever |
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The stars are holding a world of their own |
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I sucked the light too deep inside |
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Can't find the statue of my lost soul |
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And the ancient form has merely died |
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For the thousand mirrors that |
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I broke The blood (that) was spilled wasn't mine |
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This is the darkest sun |
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I ever saw |
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No one can pass my bloodline |
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Land of the unholy fire |
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Land of the everlasting fears |
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Slay thy children for they believed |
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And your will... shall be the one. |
