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Beckoning |
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The children of the Night |
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The spirits of the undead |
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An the lesser lights |
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Now the time has come to reach out |
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We must heed their calls |
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When Strange Gateways Beckon |
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Open up to what there is and what might be |
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In the end nothing is as it seems |
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The strangest dreams hide right in front of our eyes |
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Now the time has come to reach out |
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We must heed their calls |
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When Strange Gateways Beckon |
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We stand before a passage |
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Something strange and profound |
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And we need to let go |
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Let ourselves fall through the ground |
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An give in to the gateways |
