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You became completely obscured
In the arcane that I procured
In the laughter that I thunder
In the hard of going under
And when the bullets ran my skull
The water rose, the lever pull
The anchor for the dead to rise
The low instead of highs
The master plan instead of thieves
The one who always believes
To follow a dark path
Of going and not to come back
But when this wildfire is through
It is I who will meet you
Not sacred girl but scared thief
And vision that’s beyond believe
Break the seal, the wolves you run
The Horsemen, it is done