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Fly swiftly with your sword,
Hold your blade up to the sky. In this world of fantasy you are invincible. In this world of torment you can't die. Reach for the brightest star And savor the taste of victory near, But just when you can grasp it Feel the core of your being called fear. Follow not a path you want, Seek not the answer they said, Rest not in the shadow of the old tree, Or chance the watching of life fled. Protect yourself with armor gold And shield your soul from their hands. You are just a visitor in this realm, You hold no true existance in this land. Follow not the path that's right, Seek not the answer they forbade. Rest not on the shore of the dark stream, Wish not that your memories fade. In the darkest of the heavens With only a black fire to guide your path, Never turn your back on the shadows But rather hope that they quickly pass. And when the Pain Bringer has no more to bring, When the darkness shines more than the light, Then cry your last tear, hold your breath in deep, And remember you are never alone at night.
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