The plague of our memories is the face of our fears
The gaze of our nemesis is the taste of frozen tears
So we're sinking down into the deep
And the foe draws near

Raging through the shadow dale
Each morning, just another wasted gift
Blinded by the shadow veil
In fire, uncontrolled we drift
Into the rift

The shape of our tyrant is strengthened by the night
The will of our captor devoid of contrite
And so before us is the fiend
And so we end

Raging through the shadow dale
Each morning, just another wasted gift
Blinded by the shadow veil
In fire, uncontrolled we drift
Into the rift
The rift

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