Walking the tightrope of my nightmares.
The unholy darkness spreads its claws.
All along my watchtower the demons stand guard.
Trying to escape there is no sanctuary.
Despair comes penetrating my soul.
Through the raging sands of time the hourglass is shattered.
Withering in my sorrows there are no more bridges to cross.
In this journey there are just miles too far to reach.

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