a whispering dark
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when light as died.when time as lied.were do are lifes take there stand. for the darkness i hear tells of death ideal. to slowly steal bit by bit of the world soul. for the gods of bless as died. and left us bare. to be taken by the evil wind. to our final fate. shall i die. shall i live. the whispering dark cant see my face. for my fear ever grow. but yet he says just to flow in the river of worlds to find my place.