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With the world held in his thrall

With wings of golden strands

The bleak moon at his back

Through the tussled grass he climbs

The sun at its arise

Illuminating mountains

Why can't we see through this mist?

Your youth is gone you see, we're in the thickening dusk

But it seems to be fading

This dusk is symbolic to ancient times

Broken through the windswept current

A thought of hope creeps in

A realm of a distant shrine

Braced by the thought of life

Let the quest repeat itself

Why can't we see through this mist?

Your youth is gone you see, we're in the thickening dusk

But it seems to be fading

This dusk is symbolic to ancient times