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Through the flames of my compassion,
Burning holes in all my ration,
From the ashes it will rise,
And conquer all that I despise,
For in this plane of my regret,
All around me, nothing yet,
But soon the demons will come through,
And it will all be left to you.

You'll win the battle I could not,
The one through which a dream was caught,
And though my consciousness consumes,
This dream will not be vanquished soon,
All my entirity unleashed,
The thing to end this reign of beasts,
And though I know that I shall fall,
I also know you'll help me finish it all.