[Gargul the Oracle]
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What a tragic mess you fools have made of this.
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The soul's filled with vacancy.
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You've spoiled all the crops and seed.
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This was a birth, a gift. You daftly wasted it.
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The dust and dirt will stain your fists.
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You can't escape your own skin.
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[Ahrima]
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Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception,
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Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain.
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The boy will one day cross the mountains.
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[Gargul the Oracle]
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And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history.
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This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny.
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[Angels]
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So please take heed of this prophecy.
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Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet.
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Inside her lock he will turn the key.
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Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we've done,
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Return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one.
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[Gargul the Oracle]
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One day the strands will mend.
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All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread.
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The cycle will begin.
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The choices he made that day, to burn down what he'd helped create.
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You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it.
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[Ahrima]
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Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception,
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Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain.
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The boy will one day cross the mountains.
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[Gargul the Oracle]
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And reunite this world's divided halves, fulfill their history.
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This is more than divine decree, it's his destiny.
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[Nidria]
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So take heed of this prophecy.
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Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet.
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In her lock he'll turn the key.
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[Nidria & Ahrima]
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Their true love will be strong enough.
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[Ahrima]
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To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one.
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[Nidria & Ahrima]
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Their true love will be strong enough.
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[Ahrima]
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To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one.
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What a tragic mess you fools have made of this.
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[Narration]
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Time flashed by for the Dark and the Light.
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The two fragments, recessed, still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest.
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In the Dark lived two brothers, Adakias, the youngest, and the heir, Pallis.
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As children, of the lists of myths, their favorite was the narrative
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Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene.
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Adakias would always dream of a destiny to leave, of fulfilling the prophecy.
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But he was laughed at, fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast for a foolish dreamer,
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A romance seeker. The streets frowned, but deep down he screamed out.
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He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy.
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Legitimacy to the famed sea. A quiet certainty to his fated fantasies.
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The Oracle
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Forgive Durden |