Yearning for a sleight of hand,
towards my soul its core grab.
In countless cries of sorrow,
our only hope lies in tomorrow.
Kill thy emotion and forfeit power,
upon the battlefield continue to tower,
No God can save you from my final hour.
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Orion
Yearning for a sleight of hand,
towards my soul its core grab.
In countless cries of sorrow,
our only hope lies in tomorrow.
Kill thy emotion and forfeit power,
upon the battlefield continue to tower,
No God can save you from my final hour.