Like a ripple on the ocean, flee these years of mine. Oh the bonds of time - the squandering of lives, while the world turns ever on. Eternal - the plague that haunts us, the serpents eye, the breath of winter, the reaper, the flame that scorches the soul of man - cold, cold... Lingering voices, whispering tales;
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