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Invoke
Designed to flaw the air
a small breath and I hear the the whispers
hush now it's the child of scorn
Born to err
invoke the power
and spell
Sow the need
and reap
Stirring the aether
I rise from the mortal
touching the sky
the immortal shimmers
A corrupt vision of faith
lest I forget my own face
a small breath and I hear the the whispers
hush now it's the child of scorn
Born to err
invoke the power
and spell
Sow the need
and reap
Stirring the aether
I rise from the mortal
touching the sky
the immortal shimmers
A corrupt vision of faith
lest I forget my own face
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