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I wind up this music box that plays precious melodies
Of my childhood, brings a sea of memories
Lends its hand to me: a powerful seduction
Lays submission near revelation

What is this strange noise radiating from the walls
Of this relic? Please don't die, I'll heal your scars
Blood is flowing from what used to be my best friend
Why must you leave? These wounds I cannot mend

Wake up...
Sanity calls...

An ancient mansion takes me to the depths
Of its barren core, my feet move by themselves
Winds are whispering dire and desperate warnings
Freezing solitude protects my marching

One of the chambers holds a humble treasure
Small and familiar with a shining lever
Turning the old key scatters the tune I demand
These walls, this bleak place: My buddy, my precious friend

Crawling in the dirt
Beneath darkness and cold
Treading through inches of
Intense agony

Rising up high
To the world above
Blinding sunlight
Cleanses, cages my thoughts, my corpse

Among the ruins I reach for the room
That sheltered me in my youth
Serenity stops, someone's knocking
Could it be life? Or could it be... death?

"A hard path leads to joy"?
You have deceived me
"A hard path leads to joy"?
You have betrayed me

I deny you

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