The shadows of the night are still there
The air is heavy with sorrow
His soul has gone to who knows where
There's no morning,no tomorrow
The air brings soft whispers with the wind
Blowing through what's left of his golden mane
To save a traitor he died
For the Deep Magic,which caused him so much pain
But though everyone thought it was over
There was a Deeper Magic within
A power the enemy should have known better
But it was Deeper,it was further in
Because when darkness turns into light
The Stone Table will break apart
The same minute day hunts away the night
The Deeper magic is just about to start
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