| As I ride
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| As I roam
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| Enfolded by Darkness
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| Eager to find the Sun.
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| Many years have gone
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| Since that I’ve returned
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| From where no one
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| Has come before.
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| And it’s now
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| And here
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| Where all the ending
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| Will unfold.
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| This is the fate
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| Of whom haunts with no soul,
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| «Feeding from hate
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| Is healing from pain».
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| Envy guided your hearts,
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| Envy sealed my eyes,
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| But I’ve returned,
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| With vengeance in my hands.
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| The Oracle sang
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| I will find you at last,
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| Far beyond no more told,
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| She only said the words:
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| «set you free,
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| chase the sun»
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| «Hear the hymn of hell,
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| O’er the victim sounding,
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| Chant of frenzy, chant of ill,
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| Sense and will confounding!
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| Round the soul entwining
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| Without lute or lyre-
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| Soul in madness pining,
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| Wasting as with fire!»
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| The daughters of Night appear,
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| Those who are feared by Gods,
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| Relentless pace,
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| Is her furious race.
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| Avenging Demons of injustice
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| That your song resounds
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| Chaining the sanity
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| Of those who I hunt!
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| Erinias, instil the fear
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| So deep in their hearts,
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| That my hand only need
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| A move to avenge my death!
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| «Hear the hymn of hell,
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| O’er the victim sounding,
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| Chant of frenzy, chant of ill,
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| Sense and will confounding!
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| Round the soul entwining
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| Without lute or lyre-
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| Soul in madness pining,
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| Wasting as with fire!»
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| «Keep your hand apart,
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| From the raging sword,
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| And listen from my lips
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| The poetry in my words.
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| Because anger and hate
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| Will bait you until the end,
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| And from the Abyss of Hell
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| You’ll never escape again»
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| Oh! |
| Is that you?
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| My Muse of creation…
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| «Please, don’t get caught
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| With the chant of these three,
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| Cause not only the sanity
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| Of your killers
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| But yours it’s here at risk.»
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| No!
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| I will not forget
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| They drowned me
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| Into the Waters of Lethe
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| And thus they smothered
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| The flame of creation
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| That was on me.
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| «He will do it!
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| Oh, yes he’ll kill them,
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| And the grudge shall destroy him,
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| And it shall bind him to the souls
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| Of his assassins.»
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| «But the words of Calliope
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| Resounded in his head…»
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| This maelstrom of wrath
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| Is tearing my heart
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| And like a dark spectre
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| It will make me forever dance…
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| Oh, is this what I want?
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| No!
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| It’s now when I understand
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| What the Oracle
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| Wanted to say…
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| «Set you free!
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| Chase the sun…
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| …Surpass the anger
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| In this new life.»
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| I will embrace the light of day
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| Stepping out of the darkness where I rest.
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| Over forgiveness it’s redemption,
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| So I’ll shed from the chains of vengeance. |