I never should have tried
Should have flumped the chance
I should have slowed down
So I wouldn’t advance

I should have cheated and lied
Besitten by evil trance
My soul to emotion divide
Throw my partner in dance

Chains to my body I tied
To the evil I now see
The rest of a mournful life
Will be held in missery

I should run and hide
Escape the suffering we breed
Cut the chains and crumble
Crush my dark destiny

But I don’t have power to force
A sane a suttle divorce
A torso thrown in shambles
I see the sails set –

White horse.

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