| Blood boils under azure skies
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| A man astray, obsessed in his search
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| Exploring vast lands
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| Deserts of sand and stone
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| Now heading for the open sea
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| Where his dreams are at
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| And his mind is set free
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| The scornful sun burns, tears his skin
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| The salt breeze tears his open eyes
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| And the whirling sand will dry his throat
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| But the journey must go on
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| He found his call, he is now a slave
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| On the mission to find his soul
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| And eternity seems ever so deep
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| And with every wish
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| The distance seems to grow
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| And then at least
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| Somewhere by the horizon line
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| The ocean lies mighty, calm and wide
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| And just when all his strength was gone
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| And all his hope was lost
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| His will was strong
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| And all that remained but his torn limbs
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| Covered by dust
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| Reaching for the distant shore
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| He raises to his feet but falls
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| When his feet are sore
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| A painful effort like a grain of sand
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| Malicious god gives him hand
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| A hand that beats him to the ground
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| And the cry for help echoes
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| Without a sound
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| Out of reach are all the visions
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| About his mind set free
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| The sun laughs as he kneels
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| Before his destiny
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| When ages of burning energy
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| Flows through a peerless body
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| And you experience strength
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| Far beyond what you would never know
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| Is when you realize that what counts
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| In the end is the journey itself
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| So with a smile let your struggle in pain
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| Be crowned by death
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| An eternity in the moment
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| Is when silence screams with emptiness
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| And when I felt relief
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| Was when the tide washed away
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| The blood of my broken limbs |