If you listen I'll tell you a story
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About things you'd not believe
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About magic and strange lands
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In a world beyond in time
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Once upon there was a man
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Who lived in a dark tower
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At the top of a great mountain
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At the end of a long path
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When the sunset came each day
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And the realms of the night got closer
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All the living beings disappeared
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They had to hide for cover
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'Cause the man in the dark tower
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To the depths of the earth invoqued
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And with a pale and dense mist
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Dominated the land to his will
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A spell was cast and the gates of hell were open
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Then the mist covered the realm
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The man with his books, a wizard or just a fool
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So he was called the mistweaver
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Through the mist in the darkness
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Many brave tried to cross
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But the creatures of the damned
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Made them go astray
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In the morning of the next day
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When the sun rays started to shine
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Only their corpses remained
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Their souls went with the mist
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A spell was cast and the gates of hell were open
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Then the mist covered the realm
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The man with his books, a wizard or just a fool
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So he was called the mistweaver
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And sometimes in my dreams
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I can hear him calling me
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I see my soul wander in the mist
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The Story Of The Mistweaver
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| Mistweaver |
