An endless dungeon needs a robe
A cryptic dress is clean and loose
As maggots crawl amongst your flesh
A specter lingers in the nook
I once refused to reach my quest
But I'm not the hero, it's what they grew up
And now my dear you soon shall see
That I'm the living truth of me
'Cause I'm not the living, no
You so often given
So I can die young
From far away and from the near
The night is cold, it's never here
For once you share your death with me
And I could call myself a living being
But I must sleep before the dawn
And I will never carry on
But once you come to grips with me
I know I know you'll always try
'Cause I'm not the living, no
You so often given
So I can die young
There's no second one
'Cause I'm not the living
You so often given
So I can die young
Oh
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