[Toba the Tura]
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So you're Ahrima, collusive dreamer.
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I watched the lamps fall, you pushed them over.
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They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid.
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They must have flipped it, your skills are latent.
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O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals.
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Threw away the throne. O, you snuffed the glow.
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Replaced it with coals. Burnt down my home.
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You had a life of privilege, hope and love.
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But now that's all gone. Maybe the design's flawed.
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So that's why I'm here, to preserve the remainder
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Of what chance we have left at an existence.
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O, the desolate dirt. The raw, scorched earth.
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It's a trophy of your worth. O, the desolate dirt.
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The raw, scorched earth. It's a scar of my hurt.
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Your cold, wicked soul boasts a foul scent.
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[Ahrima]
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No, a stench.
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[Toba the Tura]
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The formidable taste of pure contempt.
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Every dark corner will soon see the light.
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[Ahrima]
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O, so bright.
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[Toba the Tura]
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The beaming flood will pour right through the binds.
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My words will tear through the air,
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Pierce through the despair,
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To find your arrogant, throbbing ears.
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If it's too much to bear, or to hear,
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Or take, I'll be frank,
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Let my inflection be crystal clear.
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This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave.
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It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain.
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We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot
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As The King of The Dark and Forgot.
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[Ahrima]
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What have I done? Please make me your son.
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What have I become? Destroyed all I love.
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[Toba the Tura]
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O, what have you done?
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Disobedient son, you've broken the trust of your father's love.
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[Narration]
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The arid, fallow earth would be Ahrima's new hearth.
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He would remain while he watched his family strain,
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And the girl that he loved, vacate to a new place,
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To state over on fresh terrain.
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And from his desolate throne he watched them compose
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A mountainous wall of stone, to separate themselves from him.
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A massive, jagged barricade to lock themselves in.
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Theirs would be the Light, his would be the Dark.
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For a century these halves would wait.
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One world, set apart.
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[Ahrima]
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Place your hand on mine.
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Untie your mind.
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We'll just disengage.
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Float away.
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Toba The Tura
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| Forgive Durden |
