| Carve the fire into your skin
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| Stitch the wounds revealing the sin
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| Waiting in the sky is the wisdom of the ages
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| Freedom’s ignorant realm
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| Clear the thoughts addressing your heart
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| While rage and honor tear your apart
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| Look beyond the clouds
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| With your troubles left behind you
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| I can lead you
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| Charging, bloody
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| Crimson red
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| Hollow, shameful
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| Leave them dead
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| Nightfall draws ever near
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| In the silence all you can hear
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| Is pride’s heartless whimper
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| As your purpose falls away
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| But hold your ground and wait
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| Shadows creep in forest below
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| The sun has set, no light left to show
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| The memory to bridge
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| This purpose to your home
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| The cracking glow unknown
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| At the sound of war, when blood boils to a flame
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| Does your spirit die?
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| When the frost of your truth has melted away
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| Vaunting veins will redden the night
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| Your ghost charges forth
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| Vaunting veins will redden the night
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| Your heart still breathes in the north
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| You long to see this enemy
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| As a mirror into your soul
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| A worthy adversary wearing the badge
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| Of his strength for all to know
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| But his heart is buried deep in his eyes
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| His purpose locked within his mind
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| You fear the power his clarity can find
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| Fall to your knees
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| You bored and reckless man
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| Why have you taken the lifes of
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| Those who choose to walk the path of light
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| Men — But can you tell which is your foe
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| Blood — It flows in rivers on the ground below
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| Wind — The wind is howling past your ear
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| Now — Your final battle drawing near
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| The despair of the voices from my home
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| Fills the air
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| Was love not enough?
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| Were they not enough?
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| Screams of sorrow, longing for my land
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| Sanguine pride flows down my hand
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| Wounds to guide my way eternally
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| My fire stains the earth |