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Embrace the truth of shadow..

Eyes are the windows to the soul

Gorge your hatred

I alone can save you

I can taste your soul

It grows hungrier... bolder..

It was your fault...

She brings ruin

She is not the last

Six seats at the high table

the blade must remain

The light has struck a bargain...

The storm holds strength

Voice your doubts

Walk among the black forest

When the arrow finds its mark

You draw closer