| A journey through the land of the dead and hollow
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| Towards the radiance where treasure is dug
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| Down through the valley of the shallow
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| Escaping silently from the forest’s fog
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| My precious shadow, it might now seem
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| That time has come to revive your flame
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| The wilderness' daze has blurred your gleam
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| But I’ll obey the calling and surrender to the game
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| Expand the narrow horizon with streams of wine
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| Before the milk will strengthen my sorrows
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| I seek for what was always mine
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| The rise and fall of a kingdom’s prime
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| Brief visions of a flag that time has torn
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| Mountain peaks lend voice to the wind
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| Angel choir cries, enticingly they sing
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| As I reach for the dawn in sin
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| Forgive this obsession and the forging of wings
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| Humility is blessed with nothing but scorn
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| To the piercing sound of the hollow horn
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| True will dares death without tears
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| The rise and fall of a kingdom’s prime
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| Brief visions of a flag that time has torn
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| Towards the beautiful view with the immense roar
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| Prayers under the azure emptiness of time |