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The Somber Grounds of Truth (Bishop Of Hexen)

The hours filled with a glowing light Now seem a distant sight As i wallow in the somber grounds of truth The eyes are cloaked by the void within A rough terrain reveals And a mere glance is enough The air itself contaminated with sadness Sharp shapes and threatening with sadness ...all around.. ..the wrecks of passion and desire Oh on wings of fire And steeds of steel Come salvation Harmony divine! Whatever price it my ask from me No matter what the cost should be It is the key to unleash my entity Obliterating the snares before me Restored to earth oh so it seems A dreamer in a nightmare! A star follow star and all are dim Piercing a thousand holes in my soul... Fierce beams struck my brow The soul of Nature sprang elate And mine sank sad and low! My loyal archer hate Volunteered to use his bow! Hope indeed appeared And brought dew instead of tears Here a parth revealed But it is me, left here, to struggle through the night... Wisdom weaved a web and there it carefully laid salvation and sacrifice