| Long before the peace of tyranny
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| There was a legend from the age of myth
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| Then I was a worthy enemy
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| Not this wretched husk of regolith
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| A cast off in his shadow
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| Even then consumed by jealousy
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| I sought to rob him of his pride
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| The wealth of self-assurance sickened me and I pledged to see his name decried
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| I, Apothyon, live to challenge thee!
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| His countenance flared wild
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| The arrogance of my decree
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| I come to storm your solace
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| I am the wind of progress
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| He laughed and feigned disinterest
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| Thus began my annals of decline
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| The shame of my defeat
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| Was cast across my face
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| A testament to change
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| Reveal the means to our final outcome
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| With scars written in stone
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| Oceanus Procellarum
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| My well of hatred carried me
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| And brought our bodies close enough for blows
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| Fuelled by interstellar animosity
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| The balance ruptured and the orbit closed
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| Our atmospheres ignited
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| My wrath had reached escape velocity
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| But felt upon him like a sickly child
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| My every effort was futile
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| Deflected by its greater forces
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| His retaliation shook my all
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| Stripped bare to the core
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| Pieces of me were scattered away
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| Into the furthest reaches of the night…
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| The giant impact the beckoning end
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| To lift the veil for evermore…
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| And in the flash was knowledge
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| All life is meteoric
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| Worlds fail and break their promise
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| I challenged death and was renewed
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| The shame of my defeat
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| Was cast across my face
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| A testament to change
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| Reveal the means to our final outcome
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| With scars written in stone
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| Oceanus Procellarum
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| Wounds coalescent transcribed the reform
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| From mark of the vanguished
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| To heart of the storm
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| I took it upon me
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| I made it my own
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| I have written your end in the stars
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| So let it be known
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| These billows of anguish
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| I brought forth to obscure
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| The remnants of your pitiful works
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| For all shall be pure in the final eclipse… |