| He had walked the Earth for a thousand years
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| He had sworn to the brotherhood of the astral seers
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| The oath of future tellers
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| They say he dwells on the moutain tall
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| Once sentenced to death, for holding stars as thrall
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| Yet wandering the lands
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| Bereft of his soul on the rivers of the netherworld
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| As the scorching waves whirled
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| He had passed through the tall gates
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| As an empty shadow
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| The legends still told of his astral spells
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| Surpassed of all known, the universe he held
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| The fate of all mankind
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| If find him you must a hooded presence you seek
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| Under the nebula, on the highest peak
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| Traverse into forests and wastelands vast
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| And ask the oracle of the future past
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| Foretell of my future, oh what dost thou see?
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| Oh, wisest of men, what does life hold for me?
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| As my quest for answers now has begun
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| You will search the Earth for the astral seer
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| You will lose all your loved oned, whom you hold dear
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| A pursuit of revelations
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| Your above will become an illusion sky
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| Beholding the stars, as life pass you by
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| And you may not return |