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Portal of entry gravity |
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the sands of time |
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differently in this place, in this quest |
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I've been armed to the teeth for weeks |
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and it not even light enough to suffer |
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backwards to front with no direction |
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polar shift begun years ago |
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and i in fatal time, I've just arrived |
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I've relied on myself |
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in the life that lays behind me |
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but this place has no mercy |
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wraiths and the bodies of troubled dead |
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stack we at the heals of marble floor |
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beckoning, beckoning for m breath |
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they want me to run |
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adding to the thrill of their hunt |
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shield the voltage |
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a starlit sanctuary of arcane |
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what becomes those who wander |
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this place, what becomes of them, |
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what becomes of them |
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what becomes a person in this place |
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handful of life |
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slipping though my fingertips |
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I'll never leave this place |
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this life's been stopped |
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and split to fraction |
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its only fair to |
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give them what they've asked for |
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a hunt, thy caught me alive |
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i feel the trickle down my spine |
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memory was only mine to give |
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but was torn from me so reluctantly |
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years torn from me |
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handful of life slipping |
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through my fingertips |
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I'll never leave this place, |
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this life's been stopped and |
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split to fraction |
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it's only fair to give them what |
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they asked for |
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priorities elude me what was my purpose here |
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i fell beyond the hands of life |
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hands controlled are not unto me unto me |
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a breath of irrelevance makes me |
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captive to the arcane |
