The Stranger

Welcome, weary stranger.

Come, let's break some bread.

I sense your feet are weary.

That quite far you have tread.

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I note your silence, stranger.

This world, you choose to roam?

Oh, I see you travel eastward.

Over grass and sea and stone.

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What drives your journey stranger?

Why stay not at the inn?

Is it the weight you carry with you?

Are you tainted by your sins?

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I see the red stone stranger.

What's impaled in your skull.

Do you still think of your people?

The ones whom your demons culled?

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I see the truth, oh stranger.

That which lurks behind your eyes.

I hear the Lord of Terror's whispers.

I see behind you tortured skies.

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I see you walk on stranger.

I see you travel east.

But know that Hatred and Destruction,

Will neither give you peace.