| The color drained from life
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| A crushing hopeless mist
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| I’m standing at the edge of the abyss
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| Possessor of ancient might
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| Knower of the ancient light
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| You’ve given but not received
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| A rope and a branch are all I need
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| Possessor of ancient might
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| Knower of the ancient light
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| You’ve given but not received
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| Will you bestow these gifts on me
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| As I climb closer toward
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| My sweet untimely end
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| My thoughts, they wander as I ascend
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| My future is written in blood
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| As I turn my gaze to the stars
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| One last look at the world I loved
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| Perched upon the brink with the noose around my neck
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| I’ve made my choice, I won’t look back
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| And yet I’m somehow called to wait
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| Perched upon the brink with the rope around my neck
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| But a force unseen commands look back
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| I see what I have left to give
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| As I climb closer toward
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| My sweet untimely end
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| My thoughts, they wander as I ascend
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| What the future holds for me
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| As I turn my gaze to the sky
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| One last look at the world I love
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| And I break from the embrace of the oak
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| Possessor of ancient might
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| Knower of the ancient light
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| You’ve given but not received
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| Why would you bestow these gifts on me
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| Possessor of ancient might
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| You’ve looked to the ancient skies
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| Instilling a hope in me |