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Lonley as the autumn evening |
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Flowing on its last days |
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A wanderer of long-past wisdom |
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Facing his last conflict |
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Met the time of withering |
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Destiny, towards a clearer star |
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More bright than ever seen before |
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What's my will? |
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Well on his quest |
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In search for magnificense |
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He weakens before the grave of god |
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Banished, soon dead |
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See it in his eyes |
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Like you see it on the tombs |
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Of human decades, one by one |
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All the things he spoke of |
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Plastering the circuit split |
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Spawn of Satan, lightning blood |
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The circuit of demons, told him |
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What to see |
