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An endless cycle

An endless knot

An endless labyrinth

Which path will lead to rot?

A broken chain

A broken line

O, time, we hold divine

The prophecy

The chosen few

The cycle starts anew

O, weary traveler

So scarred with time

You wage the battle

This is your design

A broken chain

A broken line

O, time, we hold divine

The prophecy

The chosen few

The cycle starts anew

You made us all believe

Our destruction is the devil’s desire

But you are the architect

Of time’s end

Forged by pain

Desire your compass

All your secrets

No longer concealed

Ariadne spins her web

Blood imbued in every thread

Only she can see the center

Only she can stop the spread

Sic mundus creatus est