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Black blades in their hands |
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Obey his every command |
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They search for that which was lost |
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Through realms of rime and of frost |
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Where no mortal may pass |
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Atop a dais of glass |
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Sits a scepter of light |
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A symbol of titan's might |
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He comes from cities of darkness |
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To suffer harlots and fools |
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Loneliness is his raiment |
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Solitude is his jewel |
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He's seen the valleys of solace |
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Beheld the spires of sleep |
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He's fed the pyres of the fallen |
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And heard their widows weep |
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We come from cities in darkness |
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To conquer cowards and fools |
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Loneliness is our payment |
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Solitude is our due |
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Walk through valleys of solace |
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Ascend the spires of sleep |
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Ignore the warnings of prophets |
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And for your children |
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I'll weep |
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Skies blackened with crows |
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Shadows on winter's snow |
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Within a temple of ice |
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Priestesses perform the rites |
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Witness the setting of suns |
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The darkest days have begun |
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Let the seers come forth |
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At morning's light we ride north |
