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On the middle of your travel
From nowhere to nowhere
Something touched your right shoulder
Said was always near

You entered the elder tavern,
Was not searching for company.
Foreign faces, hollow talking
Hear nothing but voice from the right.

"Should you keep on fighting yet
For stronghold that might be long fell?
Should you still crusade for your Grail
While I am at your arm's length?"

Waste yourself, sustain your dead frost,
Twists and turns on your light path.
Turn around replace your loss,
Rest in darkness of my shade.

Now leave that gloomy tavern
Away to the glaring light
To hardships and wandering.
Don't forget, look to the right...

Should you keep on fighting yet
For stronghold that might be long fell?
Should you still crusade for your Grail
While I am at your arm's length?

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