The path was foreseen
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In a feverish dream
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and the riddle was shown
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To the seven year grown
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Reaching out for the thread he saw
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It would cut through his fingers
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As a razor sharp straw
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Shaping the untouchable
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Embracing the none-existable
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It's force force drains
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Slide into forever
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Surface to surface
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Nothing between
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Faling forever
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The illusion has been
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But a fragment of time
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On the thread of life
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None shall pass
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This fiery wall
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None shall pass
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No, none at all
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Nocturnal Vision
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| Borknagar |
