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I’ll tell you the story of the one who fall in to darkness

The one that fought to come back from nowhere



Lost in the middle of his existence

Abstract surroundings

Nothing makes sense

Visions from the past and future colliding



His nails dug into the dark cold stone

Step by step, crawling through a lifeless gray desert



A restless horizon

A dim infinite light

Thirsty, hungry, with no hope, no way to die



In the void he found a tree

Long, twisted and dry

From this tree he hangs himself to end his suffering



Redemption may be near

Redemption may be near



As he was hanging from a branch, he spat out some blood to the ground, causing a shoot of red fresh grass to grow

His energy returns, after understanding the world that surrounds him



Dreams, maybe hope, a tear falls down his face

He's in the dark, but now he thinks he'll find a way out



Something ties him to that place

A voice calls to him from within the tree

An eternal voice that consumes his mind

A struggle inside his head that prevents him from moving forward despite having found a silver lining



He must use all the strength he has left

If not, he might be in there forever

Land of blood, only food for a cruel world

Desert zone, forgotten by God

Miracle tree, only remnant of hope

Thorned soul, empty body trying coming home