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O, Lord Death Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void Protecting the balance of existence The universal dichotomy O, Wise Reaper Who does not discriminate nor distinguish And with unwavering certainty Decides the fate of all O, Dark Master Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music And surely the most haunting Resonating in my dreams O, Fallen King Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance If only they could understand Your gift is that of freedom O, Soul Shepherd Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced Yet fear not, wayfaring lord For I have discovered its truth
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
One With Many Names
O, Lord Death Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void Protecting the balance of existence The universal dichotomy O, Wise Reaper Who does not discriminate nor distinguish And with unwavering certainty Decides the fate of all O, Dark Master Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music And surely the most haunting Resonating in my dreams O, Fallen King Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance If only they could understand Your gift is that of freedom O, Soul Shepherd Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced Yet fear not, wayfaring lord For I have discovered its truth
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
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