| Beware the dark, for it may take you
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| When silence comes, don’t let it break you
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| Draconic days, a distant age
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| Shiftless in their endless gray
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| Trees like towers standing sentinel and cold
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| Then from the dark, like blazing scythes
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| Came fire cutting through the night
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| An age of lords was forged in forbearant disparity of light
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| Ashen one, this world is dying
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| Embrace the sun
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| The time has come, your flame is rising
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| Ashen one, the dark is howling
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| Push ever on
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| Raise your sword, become the bane of the abyss
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| Death will come in endless ways, as distant fire guides your way
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| It is your curse to seek its light until the end
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| The fear of gods has always been the sentencing of doom for men
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| And so the pillars of this tragedy are set in a hollow stone
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| Go forth, awaken now
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| Strike the ancient bells
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| Your soul will shape this world
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| You are the tolling bell
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| So claim the souls of lords, from the fire you come
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| Rage with humanity, once hollow now renowned |