| Reflections of the sun give way to darkness,
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| Grey stones stand silently.
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| Do you want touch by the cold hand
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| Of Ancestors who’ve gained eternal rest?
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| The soul struggles like a confined bird,
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| Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere…
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| Around prophetic dreams are outlined,
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| As the stone sky they have hung,
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| The wisdom of suffering and faith of fire,
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| Oblivion’s choice falls on you.
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| Make your move and the will of the Gods
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| Will be filled by the voice of Dreams.
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| The soul struggles like a confined bird,
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| Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere…
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| You have not renounced the world of shadows,
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| You see bulks of the revived stones.
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| With sadness and faith they look at you,
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| Confusion stuck in the heart like an arrow.
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| Around prophetic dreams are outlined,
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| As the stone sky they have hung,
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| The wisdom of suffering and faith of fire,
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| Oblivion’s choice falls on you.
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| Make your move and the will of the Gods
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| Will be filled by the voice of Dreams.
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| The soul struggles like a confined bird,
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| Wanderer, you are searching for ways to nowhere… |