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I now drink from a pure source
The tablets of olde have been smashed
My oath is never to be broken

The serpent is now my only sign
The winter my hard guest
Toward a height not yet found
Up here the air is clean

From abyss to the highest peak
Where one sees danger I see refuge
Or perhaps I see both...What was my oath? My memory...

You cannot hear me?
My legs have grown
What can be found up here you ask?
Above the heavens I can breathe
Enough with these talking corpses
I shall be rid of them once and for all
Few are those who can hear these words
Those are the few I seek to hear

A new order is coming
An oath? An order? My memory...

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