A realization strikes him A harsh reality He doesn't know everything When the student tries to teach The knowledge that you seek Lies just outside your reach There's a thirst
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lust for To love one's self to death Regret the day you heard the tune That trapped you in the sirens nest Enchanting the flower of disease Beware her
the sun That blinds my sight And dances on the horizon Is there something up ahead? Or just a mirage Fooling me again Another dried up waterhole Lacking nourishment Quench my thirst
spell And every step from the light so dim Takes my soul closer to hell Await my demonic rebirth For eternal evil I thirst Await my demonic return
These incensed eyes shall tell the eve Of an unrepenting apocraphy Parching my thirst in an enchanted wishing well Veils of an unshed tear dissolved in
mystic shores Shores of the spirits thirst for vengeance waiting for their holy crystal gate Gate to the sunny holy lands "Lands of a timeless world... an enchanted
thirst began to creep inside his throat there was nothing he wanted more than a sip of that fresh water fast I ran towards the enchanted oasis but suddenly
dug deeper. Possessed by a quest, to find truth in forgotten myths. To find the sea of power. This well where the Wolfeheart drinks. My thirst has been
against him who once spared its life He realized so not too late to be really far from his king far from his infinite blood thirst, too far to call them
well Whilst I kneel down "I ask about Thy Wilt" "My Dearest died through holy Hand Without Her all is lost I thirst for Her, the sombre Enchantment
Born in the heart of darkness The Incubus of life and death Divination and enchantments Gateway to Sorcery Rebellion against God Rejection of Jesus Christ
