| Dim is the hollow subterranean grotto in which he has awakened
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| In a network of webs reverberating the sound of distant legs
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| Blackened smoke entering his body, as he gasps for breath there is none
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| Every eve I call out to thee
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| Can you hear me screaming your name
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| Through every moon I call out to to you
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| Can you hear me screaming
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| Entering into the cavern, from darkness a shade approaches
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| Telling me his name is Azlahn «I can set you free but you must follow me
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| Volcanic stones are volatile» Azlahn says as he begins crumbling the stones of
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| fire
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| He dust the webs with the burning particles
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| Burning away the binds that held his arms at bay
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| «Come this way» Azlahn says, leading him into the queens lair
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| «And so we met again, and still you dare to face me
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| I posses power beyond comprehension
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| I will live forever»
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| Chasing him deep into the tunnels
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| The walls closing into a vein of volcanic ore
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| He hurls the stone of fire into the face of the scorpioness
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| The tunnel collapses encasing them in darkness
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| Blackened smoke entering his body, as he gasps for breath there is none |