Singer of songs

Teller of tales

The voices are coming nearer

As we walk the path

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Oh, Last hope

Falling rain

Ducking below cavern floors

Hiding beneath stone

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Carrying in my arms

A book of stories

They hold the secrets

Of life and death

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Hot fire

Speaking strong

Giving orders

No second thought

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They search every nook

Looking for what we stole

Breathe slowly

Keep the illusion in place

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And then they pass on, 

Continuing to watch

And we slip out of our hiding place

Looking for home

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Crawling along the sharp floor

Sound of rushing water

Flowing over jagged rocks

A waterfall here

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Climbing down the cliff face

Holding you close

Slippery rocks

Fear of death

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Bottom of the canyon 

More voices are here

And we hide once again

Whispering a spell

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Full of horror

Twisted monsters

The As'quin

Unfit to live

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And when they travel onward 

We look around once more

Slipping out

Out of Hell.