Woe
I sail on bitter seas
Endless
Visions I grasp
Visions woven of dark thoughts
Dreams I cannot conquer
Wind, rain,
Fire, stone
Within the vast
Within the deep
This forest I dwell forlorn
Woe
I sail on bitter seas
Endless
Visions I seek
Visions that elude the blind
On this road few may conquer
These daggers that I embrace
Symbols of mortality
Or keys to a dimension
Of which I seek...
The essence of what I am
And forever shall be
Lost...
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