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A journey through the land of the dead and hollow |
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Towards the radiance where treasure is dug |
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Down through the valley of the shallow |
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Escaping silently from the forest's fog |
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My precious shadow, it might now seem |
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That time has come to revive your flame |
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The wilderness' daze has blurred your gleam |
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But I'll obey the calling and surrender to the game |
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Expand the narrow horizon with streams of wine |
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Before the milk will strengthen my sorrows |
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I seek for what was always mine |
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The rise and fall of a kingdom's prime |
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Brief visions of a flag that time has torn |
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Mountain peaks lend voice to the wind |
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Angel choir cries, enticingly they sing |
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As I reach for the dawn in sin |
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Forgive this obsession and the forging of wings |
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Humility is blessed with nothing but scorn |
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To the piercing sound of the hollow horn |
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True will dares death without tears |
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The rise and fall of a kingdom's prime |
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Brief visions of a flag that time has torn |
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Towards the beautiful view with the immense roar |
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Prayers under the azure emptiness of time |
