| A shadow creeps across the land
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| The light begins to weaken
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| On this bitter earth I stand
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| Alone, weary and forsaken
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| Majestic silence of the sea
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| It guides me as I roam
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| Remorseful thoughts sweep through me
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| I’ve strayed so far from home
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| What curse is this that dwells in me?
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| That holds my heart from beating free
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| The stinging bite of winters call
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| A beauty lost once and for all
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| As the waters lash against my body
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| A siren calls from the deep
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| Echoes of foreboding, pierces through my
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| Soul
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| There is no time, no time for turning back
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| What has led me here, to the edge of reason
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| Where weakness haunts the mind and
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| Plagues the soul
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| I wither under tongues of fire
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| I never thought this day would ever come
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| The last caress of light before the dark
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| A tempest lures me into the chasm of death
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| Blood roars and ravens soar above me
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| They summon me into a realm of fear
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| Wretched faith clings to my shackled hope
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| The last caress of light before the dark
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| So far I’ve sought, so long I’ve fought
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| The land is seared with sorrows past
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| And if I should die upon this day
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| Then let the spirits guide me home
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| The last caress of light before the dark |