See me through,
Through the valley of the unknown
The valley where the old used to talk
And flames would burst out vigorously
Through the valley of the man who layed
After the wars of the world
See me through,
Through the harsh minds that see me blind
Through the cold storms on the streets where i walk
See me through the evil in the voices of the fallen
When they talk.
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