| Gazing down into the abyss
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| Becoming one with its blackness
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| Overwhelming my conscience
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| Squeezing life’s essence from my soul
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| My gaze never ending
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| Demon eyes track the road
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| The fallen rotting leaves
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| Trampled down with my coming
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| Lunar force bearing down
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| Black hooves on the trail
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| Vermin cower in fear
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| Seeking shelter from my forge
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| With haste we ride
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| Guided by destiny’s cry
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| The calling, quiet and distant
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| Hearing the echo of the horn
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| The forest folds its branches
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| The wilderness encompasses
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| The path burned into my eyes
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| No choice but to follow
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| The storm churning, biting my flesh
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| As I cleave the way
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| Through thick spiteful foliage
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| Rays of the moon lighting my way
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| I am sure of my task, I will rise once again
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| I leave this forest in sweat and tatters
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| My memories now at rest
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| I am alone, I am free, veiled in darkness
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| My death riding the hot sphere of dawn
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| Slowly extending his golden, blood soaked fingers
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| Across the open plain I follow the calling
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| Drawing me into everlasting pain
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| Looking up out the mouth of the chasm
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| Vainly attempting to escape the blackness
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| My decimated conscience no ally
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| Life’s essence ripped from my soul |