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Wayward we know the wanderer's journey |
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This single willed life earns it's own exile |
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When gladness has gone |
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Gathering sorrow |
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When sadness has come |
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Gathering Strength |
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We bind the dark moon fast in our vigil state |
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No earthly glory but a cold heart's hermit cave |
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No wisdom without our cruel share of winters |
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No victory without our blood sea of rage |
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Like scavengers we feast |
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Where wolf wind hangman swings |
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Into reeling life we forge |
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Into holiness we burn |
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Casting astray immemorial silence |
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The wavering will chases blood-given gain |
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We found our fate in embers of vision |
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We find our faith in ashes of truth |
