Crossing the boundaries of this land and time A journey to enter the plains of divine A power grows, thundering hooves Fog obscures, cities of light Beyond the Divide we must ride Reach for the voices from the hallowed light Mocking and taunting from the barren wastes Hopeless, never coming, endless ride to the sky You feel ever weaker, voices call from inside Sliding from the saddle as the strength leaves your soul Laughter from you demons as you cross the divide
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