Alone in the darkness,
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I hide from the light.
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The dark is my fortress.
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So cold... the night.
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I've kept the tradition
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my fathers held-high.
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The past is my prison.
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'till the day I die.
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So indicated, and yet - so obscure.
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Is everything fated ?
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How can I be sure ?
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Fear's been my kingdom
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and hate's been my course.
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I followed a blind-path;
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Blood-stained, with no remorse
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I see shadows! Are they...
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faces of the past ?
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I hear voices ! Are they...
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calling from the past ?
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Alone with conscience,
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I ask myself; Why...?
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But answers are hard to find.
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I can't break-away from my pride.
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I only did, what I was taught to be right,
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as my father would have done.
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Let "History" be my judge,
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when I'm long-dead, and gone.
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I see shadows! Are they...
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faces of the past ?
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I hear voices ! Are they...
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calling from the past ?
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Father! It's turned so cold.
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I see shadows! Are they...
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faces of the past ?
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I hear voices ! Are they...
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calling from the past ?
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Apologia
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| Artch |
