Ephel Duath
Vector
Analysis seems to be the better answer
But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest?
Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions.
My frantic excavation is not the key to wake up,
Now it's time for another mask,
A Face, my furrowed stare.
I'll try to see only the surface of the water but
The jokes continues and the purple hate gives a clear signal.
Vector rises,
And it brings lucid reasons to follow a balanced trail.
The return journey doesn't frighten me,
It doesn't frighten anymore.
The serpent will not eat it's tail again.
Goodbye my forest.
Now I've found my hatchet.
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