| Oh you, who spoke my name
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| Elevated one, or lonely shade
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| So friendly, yet your voice sounded sly
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| Art thou trickster or ally?
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| I’m still blind to your shaded plane
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| Tied by the tyrant’s veil
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| But your presence indeed let me know
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| That this was a victory in its own
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| Oh, how should I know
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| How to read your signs?
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| Come again now and speak on this night
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| Let me know your kind
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| By the fires of the underworld
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| And by the waters of death thou art called
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| Speak to me now once again
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| Come forth through the ghost gate
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| I beg you, who called my name
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| To reveal to me now why you came
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| And at this place where borders are thin
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| To your secrets obscure let me in
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| Oh, tell me how
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| Should I read your signs?
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| Come again now, appear on this night
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| Let me know your kind
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| By the fires of the underworld
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| And by the waters of death thou art called
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| Speak to me now once again
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| Come forth through the ghost gate
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| Oh, the shivers
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| As I stare into the void
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| What will I meet, will anything answer me
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| And will its stains bless or curse?
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| To these Crossroads I welcome you now
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| The ghost gate is open
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| Hear the call of the quick to the dead
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| Echo through the land… of bones
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| Oh, tell me how
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| Should I read your signs?
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| Come again now, return on this night
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| Let me know your kind |