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I'm back again |
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With wounds still fresh |
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Though lacking blood |
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I'll walk, |
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I'll reign this |
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World again |
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I'm back once more |
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With no fear but the scar |
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Of a craven arrow |
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Your years are mine: |
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A brotherly alliance involves countless things |
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Sometimes even the treason and the tragedy |
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Your eyes still mirror |
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The same thought of ignorance |
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That's why |
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I'm here And what |
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I bring to you |
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Is just a bitter consequence |
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That was called for |
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By the voice of deceit |
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A slight wind calls |
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For a thunderstorm |
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Called from within |
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The hands of betrayal lead by a sightless eye |
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Causing a clash of spaces and times |
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Bow and arrow - a unit torn apart |
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Forcing asunder spirit, body and heart |
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No sharp eye sees through bone |
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Better break it up to know that is inside |
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Crack it up and stare inside |
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To detect, to understand |
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And feel what is behind it all |
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Causes that lie behind |
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In the end |
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With no fear but the scar |
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Of a broken arrow |
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These years were mine: |
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For I resolved a higher wish |
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The sweetest consequence |
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That one is to draw |
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And one has to bear |
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Like two sides |
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Of shadows and glows |
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Call for the twilight |
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Called from within |
