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letra de riddles of the sycophants - ghosts of atlantis

i’m walking the path of pain and sorrow, yet in the midst of all this, i know i carry a very precious gift; the courage of a man who faced his fears and chose to live and die for what he believed in

riddles into the martyr, i’m retracing his memories of a broken past
bleeding the graves, chosen, remnants have abandoned, the bitter of my revenant
a hidden orb of life, fate decided so long ago

riddles of the sycophants, the headstone of a young man
his name etched upon my mind, reminders of lives that had been lost
the stories never told, the memories never cherished
i stand here silent and still, my heart heavy with grief
he was a martyr, with a life cut short by his own choice
though he’s gone his story will live on, still remembered in those he loved

a time of sorrow and misery, i wander through the dark
seeking answers only to find more questions
i’m following a path, a path of pain and sorrow
a path of death and destruction

a martyr for what he believed in
the secret hidden beneath his orb
he’ll remain in our hearts forever
and in the stories we’ll still recall

i’m walking through a graveyard, my footsteps echoing on the cold, dead soil
i’m trying to find something, something that i can’t quite remember
a clue, a hint, something that will lead me to the secret i seek
i walk away from the graveyard, my heart heavy with emotion
my thoughts filled with questions, i can feel the pain of the sorrow
i realize that he died for what he believed in
no longer in this world, but never forgotten
he was a martyr, and his life an honorable one
an inspiration to those who seek the courage to move on

a time of sorrow and misery, i wander through the dark
seeking answers only to find more questions
i’m following a path, a path of pain and sorrow
a path of death and destruction

a martyr for what he believed in
the secret hidden beneath his orb
he’ll remain in our hearts forever
and in the stories we’ll still recall

i see the tombstones, each one a reminder of the lives that have been lost
the stories never told, the memories never cherished
i’m drawn to the headstone of a young man, his name is etched upon the stone
his life cut short by his own choice

a time of sorrow and misery, i wander through the dark
seeking answers only to find more questions
i’m following a path, a path of pain and sorrow
a path of death and destruction
a martyr for what he believed in
the secret hidden beneath his orb
he’ll remain in our hearts forever
and in the stories we’ll still recall

- ghosts of atlantis

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