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"Here lies the son of A-mur,

mighty warrior, a legend while alive

The ruler of thousand lakes

and the father of all warriors"

When the light fades away

the mirror goes blind

the image of kingdom crawling

a trail of tears we cry

Deep in the darkness

where no one can see

the memory now covered in stone

I can see now, I was blind

Feeling the fear

The hour is near

Will this be our fate,

for never has the gate

opened a doorway to this world

Infinite silence of beyond

"never let your greed take over,

Never let your head be sober."

these were the dying words of the king

now echoing from these walls

Is there tomorrow?

what lies ahead?

Will there be warm summer nights,

or just cold as in deep and dark space?