And this night, at the twilight
You'll wake the wind,
For it to blow accross the land
Accross the immerged plains
And the morning after the day
She'll find you dead, lying on the sand
The past will not prepare any come-back
All you have to do is break the link
Keep on wearing the mask
Time travel is a waste of time
Neither a wolf carrying a sword
You're a child trapped in a stranger's body
And it's no good your trying
All your melodies sound fake
As your hopeless hopes of finishing the game
Someday, they'll find you closer to the door
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