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I need a thousand lights to guide me through

I need a thousand ways to feel the truth

I need a crossroad to ease the pain

I need a world that can break the shell

The white prophet still stands tall

No chance of holding back

Nobody has ever seen through this

Nobody can break the curse

I need a thousand lights to guide me through

I need a thousand ways to feel the truth

I need a crossroad to ease the pain

I need a world that can break the shell

I still have a world to drown

I still have a reason to change

Dark lights haunt my paths

A shadow of what I used to be

I need a thousand lights to guide me through

I need a thousand ways to feel the truth

I need a crossroad to ease the pain

I need a world that can break the shell

The white prophet still stands tall

No chance of holding back

Nobody has ever seen through this

Nobody can break the curse

Worlds collide at a simple touch

I know I live in the wrong times

I know I live in the wrong age

A spring of winters can turn back time

A hill of seasons can keep me alive

But which century can set me free…?