Clear sights through the depths I ride Inside my mind the thoughts I hide I ought to bear my existence And burn to be... The visions that was brought to me Not different from my fantasy Between two worlds I am Quested not to be I ride beyond the realms of the past I see the sights of what won't last From the blinding daylight To the utter dark The golden winter blows a breeze Not different from my fantasies Dark and light far in sight Quested not to be Too long I have dwelled in the shadows Too long I have slept in the shades Too long I have searched the desires Release me so I can awake Stone cold in the soul With nothing to return to Between two worlds Between two worlds Clear sights through the depths I ride Inside my mind the thoughts I hide I ought to bear my existence And burn to be... The visions that was brought to me Not different from my fantasies Between two worlds I am Quested not to be
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