TITAN - Tryst | Текст песни

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A short time passes.
Morning dew.
As the petals bloom.

Left behind, or forced to leave.
The town returned, and for most it’s just a memory
But restless he’ll sleep.
Memory burns a hole through to the other side.

“At the temple, I will pray
for you.”

“Southward, to my lord.
Westward, to my lord.”


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