Turned away my ears for far too long
Dead encounter in my hands

All the mockery and arrogance are served to my table on a platter
As I face myself, years of pride and falsehood are reflected,
And a poverty of love at the most
Purge my soul, deliver my, please!

Too numerous are those I want to ask for forgiveness and their homes are scattered
Where can I rest this weary head from all the struggles?
Paradoxes seem to be a way to clear my thoughts

Hush my child, worry not
(„Purge my soul deliver me!“)
Surrender all your load

Stormwinds tear at our branches and our trunks, trying to eradicate us
Our very souls are at stake; torn between our innermost urges and external claims we are

Suns re-rise as I stare in deeply moved gratitude...

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