Lurking in the dark steps of a mist
While both hands glow in faint
It was a deal of an Evil wraith
As I begun to make haste
Velvet moon crushes me down
As river of the wounds frown
It was I who brought sign
When it shivers through my spine
Someday when my light dies
I will come over until I fly
To make mirrors of lies
As my voice ended in a sly
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