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Running west

Oasis is so far

Venomous thoughts

Are running through your vessels

God for others

But worm for unknown

Power is nothing

When power is sand

The razor of blade

Is rusty and weak

Your faith is on edge of the fall

You fought and you win

The place in the grave

In palace for flesh and for bones

Triumphator...

Prey the Gods of rain and Earth

Not the "holy" one

And your sword will be as flint

A ray of rebirth and hope

Triumphator...