Torment of a thousand worlds
No elixir to mute the writhe.
No tempering or tonics
Can numb what's bred inside.
And beneath we rouse and wane
Melancholies in the night.
Stirring up emotions of storms
With never a land in sight.
Worn like battered bronze
And tattered cloaks with which we ride
It is the battle over Heaven & Earth.
It is the torment of a 1000 lives.
Trench weary, and of homeless seeking
I'm tempted to strip the clothes from my back.
In the distance,
Is a light peaking
A promise I was given,
If I ever wanted to come back.
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