We enter into the Dusk

The transition strengthens Us

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Neither Day or Night

Moving into the Candlelight

 

Freedom is at Hand

Like a ghost I move throughout the Land

 

No one can see Me

Traveling alone and Free

 

My tribe Gathers

I head toward them through the sick Blathers

 

The warrior flexes his Fists

I embrace my reasons to Exist

 

I feel Yig Inside

From his power I never Hide

 

Stepping Ahead

Moving into the Green and out of the Red

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