The book is found, the pages read
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As times fallen and forgotten rise
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And I stand alone with dread
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Impending doom is whispered in the fog
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I watch and wait with fearful heart
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To see the dark ones take my hand
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Within this place the mirrors mock and laugh
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As one by one they fall to Ash
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It seems the dawn shall never set
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With rusted blade I sever those I've loved
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To stand a martyr bathed in blood
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To find an age unknown to me
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Into my world a spirit wakes
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Screaming from the walls and glass
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And in the pages morning stirs
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Seemingly a hope is born
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And from the sky a warrior falls
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Weary with remorse and death
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To rise and fall
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The Dawning
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| Bella Morte |
