Abintra
This Is Not A Song
His feet slide across the ground This assassin makes not a sound The skies arise around him His rival's fate seems all too grim This is his final destination He shall consume what he has begun This is the final destination It seems the divine have now fallen In this, the last hour We shall arise His unhallowed power Knows no compromise Lightning strikes, a fatal blow Illuminates the skies the below An asylum, a halo Can it reshape the skies of woe He will not stop until he is best I have struggled to fight for less
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