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I hear their voices,

One thousand voices,

Whispering in my ears,

Pulling me to madness,

To the verge,

To death.

Liberated by candles

And burnt herbs,

I escape to never return...

To be the master,

Not the servant.

I roam between hidden ruins

Through nights of endless vigil,

I belong to no place,

To no era.

I live in the past and the present,

Banished from time,

I'm a timeless spectere,

I am one with the dark energies,

Gathered in the shadows of time.