| As I reflect my past
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| I memorize the nights in solitude
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| When my only friend
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| Was the dagger at my heart
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| And the essence of red streams
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| Which I released from the prison of my veins
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| Mirrored the lone trust I ever felt
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| Because my only friend was Death
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| The silent screams of my aching heart
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| Was buried into everlasting stillness
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| And the pain I suffered every day
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| Was unseen in the dark chambers
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| Which was my very soul…
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| But in solitaire hours in the dead of night
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| I stared deep into the ravenous abyss
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| And as I float into qliffotic tunnels
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| I saw them, eleven shadows from beyond
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| In their black oceans I drowned myself
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| And so, I was reborn as a Spirit
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| What I saw in the depths
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| Ignited a forbidden flame in my heart
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| And now, dealed by the light of Lucifer
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| As I reflect my past
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| I memorize the nights in solitude
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| When my only friend
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| Was the dagger at my heart
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| …and I truly know
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| That all the pain was worth it
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| This nights of black agony
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| Gave everlasting birth
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| To the essence of my true self
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| I speard my wingd and fly away
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| Into a night, so beautiful and clear
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| Nox Aurea…
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| The struggle of Liberation goes on
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| Until the very last chain is broken
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| The path to wisdom dwells beneath us
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| Per Aspera Ad Astra… |