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Finally this battle came to an end |
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A fight no mortal could hope to win |
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As I am caught by the cold grip |
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But yet is there a hope |
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The deep is trembling |
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And I even feel a moan from the chaos thing |
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I look from the corner of my eyes |
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That the priestess is in her prime |
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Her hands unleash a shinning pearl |
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An a water current hurls it |
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Upon the bloated skin |
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Of the chaos lord |
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I feel the thing cursing |
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As the portal is fading |
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Forcing it to withdraw |
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Back to its hateful world |
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Water swirls all around |
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In a great mad storm |
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And all blackens for me |
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As I loose my consciousness |
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The demon sinks as we float above |
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And far away from the abyss |
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Defeated, doomed to try again |
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After a thousand years |
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When I open my eyes |
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She holds me in her arms |
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And I still lay floating |
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Paralyzed from the fight |
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Her eyes gleam softly |
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And I know somewhere |
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Deep inside there's much sadness |
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She hasn't felt for year |
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Then she gives me |
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The choice that she had to follow |
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But I deny |
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I know already by the look in her eyes |
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My life has ended |
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With a kiss she takes my final breath |
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She ends the spell, this story I won't live to tell |
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My last picture; she floats in shining waters |
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As I sink in welcoming darkness |
