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I am the man who walks alone

Through dim corridors to roam

Through tricked and jagged cobblestone



The warped and waining wails of wraiths

Can be heard throughout the cave

I'm getting anxious in the dark



The peak of the mountain

The view through the everglades

The beauty of the snow capped trees

The rush fading through, when taking in the scenery

The glory and the wonder of it all



I am the man who walks alone

As I utter a mute moan

There comes a price with atonement



The jagged scriptures on the wall

Tell me where I fell and fall

A wave of apathy befalls me



Soaring through the air

But I know that I must land

This shell of a man

That slumbers in a crypt



Amidst the rotting cloth and bone

And murky waters are my home

Occasionaly I wake to hunt for jewels



I am the man who walks alone

And when I'm travelling this road

The shroud of suffering covers me



But there's a light amidst the black

And fading shadows of the lost

I simply look towards the cross