| Gracious is the moment of the last breath to be had
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| Seek refuge in the past memories
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| Solitude it grows deep entwining around one’s thoughts
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| No end to cycles, vicious circles
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| Endless wandering desperate for an end
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| Last of a kind, cannot pretend
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| Glory once had grown weary with age
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| How can it stop forever enraged
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| There must be a way, it’s not possible
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| Counting down the days until the answer’s found
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| Sorrow grows into a desperate cry for help
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| No answers, what’s the solution now
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| Journey to the centre of the frostbitten realms
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| In search for souls long forgotten
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| Endless wandering desperate for an end
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| Last of a kind, cannot pretend
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| Glory once had grown weary with age
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| How can it stop forever enraged
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| The sympathy of the ageless gods we seek
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| Forced to lurk in shadows
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| Forever cold in time
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| Await new sentence to pass down
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| Can’t make it end by his own two hands
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| Fire engulfs the night what sign is this
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| Bowing down to beg forgiveness now
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| Crimes so long before the recording of years
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| Ice ravaged landscapes across the mountain top
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| Paths lead to nowhere, in this frozen world
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| Black sky surrounding, searching the moonlight
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| Forthcoming in shadows, what can be found
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| The deep caverns reveal
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| A light so blinding
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| The symbol of time
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| Await new sentence to pass down |