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Regret
Thou my soul has withered
And I'm broken and gone
No man of the cloth
Nor an angel with wings
Could save me from my fate
But instead left me to perish
Then the guardian of music
Came into my souls darkness
And filled me with real enlightened power
To strike down those who condemned me
Now I sit upon my throne
Looking back on this forsaken life
I thought I was the hero
But it appears I'm the villain
I am not the shining light
I'm the death of us all
I regret my choices that I made
For in my darkest hour I'm alone
And I'm broken and gone
No man of the cloth
Nor an angel with wings
Could save me from my fate
But instead left me to perish
Then the guardian of music
Came into my souls darkness
And filled me with real enlightened power
To strike down those who condemned me
Now I sit upon my throne
Looking back on this forsaken life
I thought I was the hero
But it appears I'm the villain
I am not the shining light
I'm the death of us all
I regret my choices that I made
For in my darkest hour I'm alone
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