Wistrit
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My fate is not in my hands,
My love is as dangerous as death,
The day fades, the moon awakens,
And again, the beast within me stirs.
They took away the peace of my soul,
A question arises: "Who am I?"
Arcomage has more, so we execute him first!
My love is as dangerous as death,
The day fades, the moon awakens,
And again, the beast within me stirs.
They took away the peace of my soul,
A question arises: "Who am I?"
Arcomage has more, so we execute him first!
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made