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Weak and worn his trmbling hands are
Voices from the sands luring him down
No friendly face to grant a smile
Knowing that his soul will be unbound

Please help´me! I'm dying!
My torment is unending
Stranded I can't go on

Come, just take my hand
Raise yourself up from depths of gloom
Don't be afraid
Shadows loom highest near the light

Water, I command you to flow
Quench his thirst and clean his aching wounds
Where you go abundance follows
Don't let his life perish in these dunes

For your help I promise
You will be soon rewarded
I herald fate itself

Hear our voice, hear our message
Lightbringer
Hear our voice, hear our message
Sunseeker
You've been chosen

"When rain begins to turn to snow and mockingbirds have ceased their song
at nightfall the perished will return to fulfill a promise kept so long.
In her dreadful darkest hour a dying mother life to him will give against
The forces of land and sea.

The savior will make the darkness grieve."

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