Haunted ground of evil soil was placed on this earth
Years of strain, obsolete forgotten, but was never dead
Rise
One Candle left to burn now, a mountain left to
Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.
Beyond medicine of
Silently I step unto my faith, I feel acceptance now,
Bent again I glimpse a past that I know never
Rooted now in my own palace, the fog around me
Time navigates me through excruciating pain, objective
guideless. Arcane ends
Stricken from below, the inevitable travellers
A mighty demon horde,
Darkened clouds was watching over the house
Father sleeping mother
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