| When i reached so far
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| Conducted by forces i could not seize
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| I walked as on the crest of a mountain
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| With realm of pest below
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| Suddenly with surrounding snowfall
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| Although the season debared from it
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| Covered all the land
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| Before i came to return to my conscience
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| Walking on the sorrow’s path
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| Which was never here
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| I gazed at the snowcovered crowns'
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| And wondered at their growing majesty
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| My journey through a black passage
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| Led me to the heart of the forest
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| Into it’s thickest sphere
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| Darkest, striking with it’s beauty
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| Where sun is for ever veiled
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| By the branches of ancient oaks
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| Phantoms were dancing on my path
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| Hoaxed me into thicket
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| Ravens croaked over my closed eyelids
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| Sending word of a stranger’s presence
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| But those for which the wood is the soul
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| And they are the soul of the wood
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| Haven’t destined me the enemy’s part
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| Then the inferior ones took flight
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| As scolded by mighty hand
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| Then the forest showed its true face
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| Huge power overwhelmed
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| Immortality opened before me
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| Horizon became endless
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| Deathly wind blew tearing the heavens
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| A voice thundered in my soul
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| Rejection of weakness is my destiny
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| And unity with essence…
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| The obscure storm came
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| To celebrate the ritual
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| And the great battle started
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| Under the rising fullmoon
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| To appear in my heart
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| A new aeon of darkness |