Running up the hill, wind in soul a silent chill
(The beast sleeps inside)
Beneath my feet, the road that I must keep
(You are a fool, now realize)
Above inside
I fade and rise
A candle bright
My guiding sun at night
Lie dormant, a symbol of sloth scars your hand
(You are better off dead)
The sleeper awakens, painful truth lies vacant
(Awful pride, now curse your head)

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