| Here I stand
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| A fallen creature all alone
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| Never meant to rise again
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| Here I stand
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| Scarred by iron, fang and thorn
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| Can’t believe that I returned
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| From where the dark is born
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| I’ve been roaming the ages
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| Have seen forces collide
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| Have been fighting on any side I know
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| The turning of pages
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| As many times as I’ve changed my name
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| Just left anything the same
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| From where I come is where I go
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| The game of life and death will lead my way
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| More scars to gain, more pain to grow
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| And I will walk again where the dark is born
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| A land lying in ashes
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| In a battle where dark light shone
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| I cannot say if lost or won
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| Sounding like lashes
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| Thousand killing machines marched on
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| Granting mercy to no one
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| From where I come is where I go
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| The game of life and death will lead my way
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| More scars to gain, more pain to grow
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| And I will walk again where the dark is born
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| See the space of time
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| That I thought was mine
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| I have given birth
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| A self made underworld
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| To where I come down once again
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| All time I was bearing the same
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| There is no escape, no relief till the end
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| From where I come is where I go
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| The game of life and death will lead my way
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| More scars to gain, more pain to grow
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| And I will walk again where the dark is born
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| From where I come is where I go
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| The game of life and death will lead my way
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| More scars to gain, more pain to grow
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| And I will walk again where the dark is born |