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I saw a maiden in the woods

She gave me something I lost

All the memories of being

Trapped for a thousand years

Tormented by visions of mist

I dream of ancient spirits

Lay my weapons and pray

Call me the strider, I am

Beneath the mountains, the darkness dwells

Beyond the valley, a mighty tower

Alone I climb, with runes of power

I cast the spells and break my curse

“Death is the father that all angels fear

He speaks the words obeyed by all

He’s ever present but never opposed

Now I embrace his mystery“