Now I wander in the forest to find my peace.
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Fighting the haunting memories of the past.
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Trying to realise the greatness of the forgiveness bestowed on my heart,
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which is darkened with sorrow.
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At last its meaning seems to grasp me.
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With newfound strength I carry on,
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unaware of the danger that lurks from behind the trees
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and the certain death that seems to await me.
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From behind the trees, two arrows were sent on an intercept course,
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to weaken te noble warrior for the battle that lies ahead.
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Dark souls left the shadows to surround me.
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With eyes full of hate they called to me.
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Feeling reluctant to leave me without a fight.
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As if the arrows were not deadly enough.
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The slow poisen of the arrows, is taking me into death's embrace.
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I feel a shiver through my stomach as an axe found its way through the flesh.
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As I drop on my knees I see my attackers run away.
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No doubt on another mission of chaos and mayhem.
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Soon I will die alone, left begind in this cold forest.
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Yet I am not afraid of death for I know what lies beyond.
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From Behind The Trees
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| Slechtvalk |
