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Cast out and without purpose

All that I took for granted, stripped away

Now I must live in fear

In a world of pain and sickness

Doomed by the serpent's tongue

I dared to look beyond

The boundaries of this life

The question beckoned me

Born from the serpent's tongue

Oh Eve, my sweet companion

Oh apple of my eye

This Earth is filled with horror

What will become of us?

Dead to the gods

And yet the stars high above still guide us

Trust in this path you've chosen

Fear not the words born from the

Tongue

Born from the serpents tongue

Make

Make my

Make my own way

Make my

My own way

Mine, my way

I make my way

I make

I make my

Make my own way out

It's coming down

The walls surround

The weak will drown

The weak will drown in my sound

Dead to the gods and yet the

Stars high above still guide us

Trust in this path you've chosen

Fear not the words for they are

That which defines our human soul

Free from obligation

Live long and die with honor

Blessed by the cursed serpent's

Tongue

Freed by the serpent's tongue