Dark lady of the crossroads
Within your storm illusions erode
Stripped clean of our walls we stand
Skyclad we take thy fiery brand
A mark upon our brow illuminates
In our inner darkness we meditate
Guided by your torches we travel
In your labyrinth we quickly unravel
We are your children pull us tight
So we may explore the labyrinth this night
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Dark lady of the crossroads
Within your storm illusions erode
Stripped clean of our walls we stand
Skyclad we take thy fiery brand
A mark upon our brow illuminates
In our inner darkness we meditate
Guided by your torches we travel
In your labyrinth we quickly unravel
We are your children pull us tight
So we may explore the labyrinth this night
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