| Standing tall on Ankrath’s walls
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| An inward journey begins
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| There is clarity in solitude
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| My strength and spirit soars
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| Ancient wisdom
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| Born from deep within my bones
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| Marching on with sole defiance
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| Ever forward unto dawn…
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| Oh, how to shape our destiny
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| And choose for ill or good
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| Oh, how to end this tyranny
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| Without becoming a tyrant myself?
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| This life is but a spiral path
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| The serpent lurks inside
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| A road towards eternity
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| The future is the past
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| Standing at this dim threshold
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| An inward river flows
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| There is honesty in solitude
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| My strength and spirit calls
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| Ancient power
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| Born from deep within this sword
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| Marching on with sole defiance
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| Ever forward into war…
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| Oh, how to earn eternity
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| This torment to endure
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| Oh, how to face this evil horde
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| Without turning to evil myself?
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| This life is but a spiral path
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| The serpent lurks inside
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| A road towards eternity
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| The future is the past
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| Oh, how to deceive mortality
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| This sacrifice and doom
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| Oh, how to end this wrathful god
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| Without becoming godlike myself |