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Acceptance of the flawed one

Even after it was broken

Try to mend the cracks

The threads that bind

Instead of throwing them away

Through the blizzards and the snow, i will pass the final trial

Forests of daggers could not slow me down, i wont be conquered by denial

Your arrows pouring down like rain

The skies are crimson, the soil is the same!

My flesh, my blood, my wounds left wide open

I am the blade that cuts the fear

Embrace the life imperfect

I am the wind the noble spear

Repare the mind or reflect

Suffer the torment of a barren tongue

Your frame covered in dirt and scars

Refuse the gift of the hollow one

Swallow your pride

I am the blade that cuts the fear

Embrace the life imperfect

I am the wind the noble spear

Repare the mind or reflect

My heart, my soul, my will wont be broken