Rippling through like waves
Turning up the power brings
reverberating rage
Stepping back, the echoes fade
As knowledge builds my power
Whisperings of the doings past
Returning hour by hour
Whither from, the echo calls
And whence will it return?
'Cross the lonely path of which
Is leading us astern.
Walking back and running forward
an agent of the chaos
Looking for an aiding ally
We're bearing up our cross.
So, what is it that we know now
And whither shall it lead us?
Can we find another way
Before the demons bleed us?
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