Death wears a welcoming mask
but its benevolence is debated
under every single question we ask
our task is not an easy one, dear brother
we must assist each other
if we're to make it through
I'm just as terrified as you
but surely there's something to look forward to
Somewhere, there's a world we were meant to create
but it seems that we are not stronger than fate
you look my way,
what can I say?
I wish I believed things will be okay
throughout these darkened halls
and these obsidian towers
there's a presence gliding through the walls
as we approach our final hours
I wish I believed things will be okay

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