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Rest your head

Weary traveler

No more sorrow

No more dread

Think no more of this

Life

Calm your mind

Feeble settler

Yours and His

Intertwined

Rest and remember

Home

Find kouraldrophain

And follow it back home

Find your way back home

From this metal keep

Constrained by your own mind

Kouraldrophain calls

Beckons with its cry

Baying out in lamentation

The way is lit

The need is nigh

Hold your breath

Toe the line

You know it must be done

Yes, it must be hard

Your scars will tell their own tales

Await apocalypse?

It's all over...