Clear sights through the depths I ride
Inside my mind the thoughts I hide
I ought to bear my existence
And burn to be...
The visions that was brought to me
Not different from my fantasy
Between two worlds I am
Quested not to be
I ride beyond the realms of the past
I see the sights of what won't last
From the blinding daylight
To the utter dark
The golden winter blows a breeze
Not different from my fantasies
Dark and light far in sight
Quested not to be
Too long I have dwelled in the shadows
Too long I have slept in the shades
Too long I have searched the desires
Release me so I can awake
Stone cold in the soul
With nothing to return to
Between two worlds
Between two worlds
Clear sights through the depths I ride
Inside my mind the thoughts I hide
I ought to bear my existence
And burn to be...
The visions that was brought to me
Not different from my fantasies
Between two worlds I am
Quested not to be
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