| My pride can only be rivaled by my greed
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| But this prize is just beyond my reach
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| This covet of ours has left me a phantom
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| Much like our king
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| Who would forfeit his force
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| Save his covetous heart
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| To wield an art
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| Only the sleeper could impart
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| Oh, Umbasa!
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| We claw away at these hollow walls
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| With these greedy hands of ours
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| We’re falling apart one by one
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| One by one
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| Poor saint!
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| These opus are a friend
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| That can close these wounds
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| At the price of her piety
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| Our maiden sought to comfort us
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| With an embrace like the dark
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| Purge the children of black
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| To hell with the fools who would consume the stones of
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| Ephemeral Eyes
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| I will hunt down these heroes
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| And render their world black
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| Your kingdom still crumbles
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| Amidst the men
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| Who will wrought our demise
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| I will brave out to these lands
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| And claim what should be mine
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| As the white washes over us
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| We smash the stone
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| And hope to stem the tide
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| To cover up this lie
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| That the gods we thought we knew
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| And called upon
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| Was nothing but a monster all this time
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| We claw away at these hollow walls
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| With these greedy hands of ours
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| We’re falling apart one by one
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| And time and time again
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| I collect myself
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| Yet still only half a man
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| But the light within these souls
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| Has given rise
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| To an insatiable lust!
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| Soul of the mind, key to life’s ether
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| Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel
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| Let strength be granted
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| So the world might be mended |