| Where death’s heart beats
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| At the far most point
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| Where several world meet
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| In the mist, erupts passion
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| Where motion sets remorse
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| Energy flows in a shapeless course
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| And sorrow forged in fire
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| The seeds of storm
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| Burst and grow to become a swarm
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| To hammer out your dreams
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| With a dreadful coating
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| All is but a prison when the heart is confined
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| All is but death when deprived of pride
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| My thirst arose, and now loose, I begin the search for glory
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| When awhim become a will and paves the way to power
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| When in famine
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| The hour always comes late when fulfilling a burning desire
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| When touching the core and the heart of the pyre
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| A scorched black path leads to my salvation
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| This way demands great deeds
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| To mock fear and despair
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| To put an end to my starvation
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| «Danger glances like a sunshine to a brave man’s etes»
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| As honor is seductive to the shamed and shallow
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| And fortune a stranger to the downcast, deafen by meger cry
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| Danger is indeed for me, a graceful jubilation
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| I carve and huner
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| For a thunderous love
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| A serpentine love for hate and glory
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| With a vigilant eye, i observe the sky
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| To guide me and my flock
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| To relive and cure our ills
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| An omen from above
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| Our steps, led by a distant staff
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| When time and place will come into eclipse- we will be as one |