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Scarless man

Mangled soul of a solitary

Some fights

That are fought in the mind are not imaginary

Blazing eyes

Although the roard has been long

All chains

Ignorance and hate…no more

Time is the dividend on ephemeral paths

Longing of the fulfilment is carved in wolven hearts

All those, in the end, will merge in to one

These times

These lives

In the hands of beasts of lies

Man made gods

Turning tides

Unknown future, no hope in sight

Foul beings

The ultimate sin

Like fools, they charge to kill their kin

The legend tells

In the hearts of men

Is the way, the power, to rise above this hell

Hail to the victor!

Once a castaway

But never astray

In the mirror we'll see the face

Of the only god whom should be praised