He can not eat, he can not sleep, he can not see that death [bad word]  I know there’s nothing more I can do
In fits and dreams he speaks to me, he says these things beyond belief; I can not take his words as [bad word]  [bad word] to say his piece...

I know he’s travelled so far to find me in this landscape, perilous and full of unknown treachery
And now he’s giving his life to tell me things I can’t face, how could I betray his utter [bad word] in me?
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And with his final breath he, imparts his vital prophecy…
Carry on for your generation, you are the one to guide them all
Don’t delay, your time [bad word]  lead the way into a brighter dawn

I must prepare for the path before me, ever daunting, indemnify for my naiveté
And I can no longer hide away pretending nothing, when the world is ending right in front of me
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And to bring honour to his soul, I will accept this righteous role
This nameless prophet that could see, that which resides inside of me

Deep inside, I reconcile my fear
Sustain my sickening apathy for good
For the worthiest of men, but a promise escapes me
Wicked blood [bad word]  [bad word]