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As I gaze from my tower, I can see him |
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Lurking, watching |
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Flickering in the gloom-light of funeral pyres |
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Immortal specter, waiting in the shadows |
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For his time to emerge and close my eyes forever |
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Who is this figure, shrouded in the veil of death? |
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Why does he seek me |
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To inflict his curse upon my head? |
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From beyond the realm of man |
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He speaks with words like thunder |
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Casting condemnation upon my wounded soul |
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No more to breathe the air, to feel the warmth of summer |
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As I start to slip away |
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I know my time has come |