Words haunt the mind of late.
If you pull the sword out a heart,
can the voices of the past still be heard?
Strokes of darkness that rise and fall
The baleful black that defies the lord
Of the shadow
Of the darkness
Of the abyss
Come forth and stand in front of me
Present your honor and faith
Put your heart to the test
...and if the darkness creep through,
what is left to stop the infestation?
What is left after the darkness takes its food?
What is left at the end of the world?
What is left at the end of time?
What is left?
If you pull the sword out a heart,
can the voices of the past still be heard?
Strokes of darkness that rise and fall
The baleful black that defies the lord
Of the shadow
Of the darkness
Of the abyss
Come forth and stand in front of me
Present your honor and faith
Put your heart to the test
...and if the darkness creep through,
what is left to stop the infestation?
What is left after the darkness takes its food?
What is left at the end of the world?
What is left at the end of time?
What is left?
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