My youth, that is what they want. Offering bribes, poisoned lamb and unwanted brides. Minor sacrifices for the secret of age, to see the future with devices of rage. The smell of burning flesh as their sweet perfume, and the world waking up to it's doom. No, I will refuse, no matter how they taunt.
But what is this, something has changed, it seems this one stays out of range. And now comes sir knight with his blade, to bring the endless night where I could fade. So be it Sir George, let us see who strikes a deeper gorge.
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