Some thoughts descend, a chilling tide,
That grip the heart, where shadows hide.
What is this life, this breath we draw?
Why live at all, and where's the law?
And when we fall, when comes the end,
To what strange realm will we descend?
Why journey there? What lands await?
Will solitude, like here, create
A lonely echo, soul's despair?
Why must we dwell in such a snare?
Don't dwell alone, don't let it be,
Don't dwell alone, or you will flee,
Or you will die, consumed by dread.
Don't think of dying, fill the head,
Don't dwell alone, the path to mend,
Don't dwell alone, until the end.
Love's fleeting touch, a moment's grace,
Love's fleeting touch, in time and space,
Don't judge its truth, don't seek the lie,
Don't judge its truth, or you will die,
Or you will die, consumed by dread.
Don't dwell alone, the path to mend,
Don't dwell alone, until the end.
Dreams and truth, or tales that weave,
Or tales that weave, which we believe,
Dreams and truth, a world untold,
What is this world? Let stories hold,
Don't seek the truth, don't let it be,
Don't seek the truth, or you will flee,
Or you will die, consumed by dread.
Don't dwell alone, the path to mend,
Don't dwell alone, until the end.
If venom flows, a serpent's art,
If venom flows within the heart,
It will surely strike, its poison spread,
It will surely strike, no thoughts ahead,
Or you will die, consumed by dread.
Don't dwell alone, the path to mend,
Don't dwell alone, until the end.
My prince, believe, don't turn away,
My prince, believe, come what may,
My prince, believe, and do not roam,
Regret's dark path will be your home,
Regret's dark path, and you will flee,
Regret's dark path, or you will be,
Or you will die, consumed by dread.
Don't dwell alone, the path to mend,
Don't dwell alone, until the end.
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