| Countless moons have come and gone
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| Since you left the shores in the distance
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| With the apathy of war tainting your soul.
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| Since you’ve left I’ve been watching the oceans veins pulse,
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| Standing on forsaken stone pleading the sky for return,
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| But the clouds never give mercy, only rain.
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| One day brought a Raven
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| Talons clutching a page
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| Your lies signed in ink, the scrawling betrays.
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| No noble fight you’ve fought for freedom
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| No noble search you’ve taken for peace.
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| But innocent blood and a traitor’s nest.
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| You left here to war, to starve the monster
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| But you fed yourself to her instead.
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| I felt my blood turn to water,
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| Poisoned by your treason.
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| The raven whispers, soothing, pleading
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| «Fly with me — follow the fog,»
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| Then turns to black mist and disappears into the wood.
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| Into the wilderness, I follow the trace of the black bird’s ghost.
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| Sorrow turns to hate.
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| I follow the face of revenge.
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| The purity of the blackness
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| breathes into me the life you stole.
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| The purity of blackness…
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| The life you stole.
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| For darkness knows my worth.
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| Rage will never lie.
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| I run deeper into the forest
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| Burning the thought of forgiveness with the bloodiest light |