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Underneath the mountainside lies a maze |
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Of brashly stones, dark and freezing cold |
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Its secret yet is covered well |
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And unseen are most creatures dwelling in pain - so they say |
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Root and tendril twist their way through long forgotten halls |
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Noone's ever dared to cross before |
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Memorize your turns, my lad |
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In case you understand what I am trying to commend |
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Light is hope and on hope you depend Spying through the darkness: unresting eyes |
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When I turn around |
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They vanish all at once out of sight |
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Still prepared to attack |
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As they await the fading of light |
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Clinging to his oil-lamp hard |
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He moves on for hours |
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Till he gets sight of an underground-lake, |
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So calm In its center stands a |
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Mirror coated with thick grimes |
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So it is done, unveil the myth of time |
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Blind with curiosity |
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He's heading for the isle |
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Across that narrow bridge, a wile |
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The sea engulfs |
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And extinguishes the light Spying through the darkness... |
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Memorize your turns, my lad... |
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Crying for salvation, |
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Efforts in vain |
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Insanity! |
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I'm surrounded by the hands |
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Of endless night |
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No creatures attack, |
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Noone beholds |
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I'm surrounded by the hands |
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Of endless night |
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No creatures attack, |
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Noone beholds |
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The fading of light! |
