Souls EscapeFrom dragons maw, From armors curse, To run no longer works!Souls Escape
Trapped upon this cliff I am, My pride not letting me back down! But time has come to make a choice, Let the dragon eat? Or become the armors voice?
Either way I lose my soul, No gentle touch shall reach my skin, No peace shall come in days ahead. Gone forever I shall be!
But one other way is left to me, To jump from here into the sky, Off this cliff, I hope I fly!
Falling ever towards the sea The flames rise up greeting me, Now I know that all is left, &
Eyes of the NightUnder the eyes of ever watchful night. A precious phrase, A treasured gaze. Dreams of time, Found yet lost.Eyes of the Night
Secrets are opened, Each have their own. Thoughtfully pondered, Dreams and desires, Terror and fear, Honor and duty, Whispers fill the air.
We all stand together, But all are alone. Trouble that hold us, We feel we must fight, But all on our own.
Beaten and crushed, Our fears do besiege us. Out in the dark, Where we know things can reach us.
We know our secrets, We know them well
The WandererDusty roads followed once more, Traveling beyond where one can see. Brief regret for what is left behind, Hope for the future guiding him onward.The Wanderer
Maybe some day, Maybe some way, He will deserve what he has lost, But then it is to late.
Along this dusty trail he will walk, Wishing there was someone to whom he could talk. Bettering himself to reach what he can not, Teaching himself to pass on what he has lost.
In the moonlit night he passes, Never truly seen by those who watch. A phantom on the wall, Searching for a place to belong. &n
Walls of GlassWalls of Glass, An eternity of sadness. Perfectly preserved, In never changing beauty.Walls of Glass
Crystal spires rising high, Beyond what all but dreams can climb. Trapped with in this stagnant world, Ever distorted to the eyes outside.
For one this wall was once opened, A saving grasp upon his cold skin. But specters haunt this fair maiden, So she flees, leaving only a painful memory.
Out she run, though walls of glass, Shattering each as she goes, Like once sparkling stars in a now dark sky, Each crashes to earth as a million tears. &nb
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Status in Oblivion: Wondering how in Cyrodil I'm expected to be able to beat the Miscarcand King with my fists alone.
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"Is it poison yet?!?!?"
Come look around!
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