I set out on a longest road
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to seek the answers from Death
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I set out to the black sacred stream
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to seek out and shoot a white swan
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On desolate and stony paths
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from a mountain to a vale
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I reached the shore and saw it come
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into my view, the swan
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I took the arrow and raised my bow
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I aimed below the graceful neck
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under the white of it's breast
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inside the red of it's heart
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The surface of the river calm and black
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reflects the sky, the pale moon
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and there a glimpse caught of myself
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I'm shattered, the vision is ruined
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An arrow from the water
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a serpent rips my mind
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into the black river of Death
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with a slash across my heart
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My last sight a white swan
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behind the swan a starless sky
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under the sky a coal black river
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reflected a bone white moon
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The White Swan
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| Amorphis |
