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Alone with the questions |
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An outcast for many years |
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He has seen those marble archways |
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And the avenue of crimson tears |
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Now shadows are staring at him |
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But he turns his face away |
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They remind him of his true self |
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Gone with the first winter day |
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Yesterday's like a dream |
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And tomorrow's like a mirage |
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When's the time to get eternal rest? |
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When's the endless roaming over? |
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His frequent groans were only |
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Silent whispers in the whirlwind |
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He ended up in this timeless race |
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Just for his father's sins |
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On his father's grave he swore: |
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"I'll accomplish your endless task" |
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But his wings were burnt by the sunlight |
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And his mirth hiding behind the mask |
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Chorus |
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Then he heard the stentorian noise |
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Beyond the mountains |
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The ancient coronach of flora and fauna |
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He remembered an old gnostic tale |
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Of the coruscating crystal of tranquillity |
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He had travelled through time |
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Seen the runes of the light and the dark |
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He found the answer to his questions |
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"How to free his chained heart" |
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The eternal one can finally rest |
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He is one of the mortals now |
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The beauty of the crystal glowing |
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And his eyes shining with it, somehow |
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Chorus |