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Dark Eyes stare you down, trust the Wise as they spread Their Wings. |
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The Surface's fading, all Structures collapse as my Blood turns Pitch Black. |
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Three Choices: Escape, stand guard or give in. |
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Three Choices: Escape, stand guard or give in. |
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I could feel it, the Presence of an Entity. |
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A Calling, A Cry for Help. |
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Burning Insects to get through the Mist. |
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Three Choices: Escape, stand guard or give in. |
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Three Choices: Escape, stand guard or give in. |
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Robbed by Faith, No longer my Fault. |
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My Travel ends with A Smile on my Face. |
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Forgiven by No One, Predicted to Fail. |
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As the Oracles stand guard. |
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The Battles you choose may conquer all that is pure. |
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(Stand tall in the Tide) As it drowns your last Chance to prevail. |
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All I have is the Wisdom, the Wisdom of Fools, given to me by the Eyes of A Ghost. |
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The Roar of Thunder sets the Oracle free. |
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Awakening the Ones fallen from Grace. |
