| Wordless whispers from within
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| Urging me onward on the darkest of trails
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| The light is growing dim
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| And the winds of enchantment wails
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| Energies whirl around me
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| As I am approaching my fate
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| To slice the throats of the mundane
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| And to unfold raging fires of hate
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| Apocalyptic visions appear before my eyes
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| As I stare into the abyss
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| Surronded by stormwinds from beyond the poles
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| I am granted K’tonians bliss
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| Howling nightwinds bring to me
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| The beckoning whispers of the dark
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| Urging me onward on the path of might
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| Lighting up my internal spark
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| The deepest of spiritual mysteries
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| Unseen hands are guiding my feet
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| From this wordly plain I will soon be released
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| My mission here is complete
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| I have wielded the sword of the damned
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| Of spirits of hatred and scorn
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| Between the gates of hidden wisdom
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| Lies the burning darkness to which I am sworn |