Citadel lyrics : "Through the Valley of Anvalin"
At this distance, the crashing waves sound like the whistling of the wind through the branches of the autumn bringers. I am written into the canvas.
Take it, I don't want it. Make room for my soul.
My walls will be crushed to make room.
Stop my speed, recover my mind.
Won't a place like this tear me down?
Won't a place like this tear me down into ashes of my new self?
This makes me jealous of all the trees, they are spoken to stay rooted to the ground in a place, a place of endless beauty! They've been here way too long to become part of the landscape and their offspring, they float away over the hills. If I can catch those seeds with my hands the Tigris will become engulfed in a capsule to be taken; taken away from here.
Light!? Where are you?! Come back!
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