Harvest the field of time
with the old man's scythe
The narrow path of the chosen one
reaches beyond life
R: I set sails for the ageless winds
No fear of dying or a thought of surrender
I threaten every barrier on my way
I am bound forever with Token of Time
would
trusted
threaten
years
thought
spiritual
restore
reaches
powers
narrow
shall
scythe
people
humble
sails
harvest
until
bringer
every
possess
bravely
waited
surrender
barrier
ageless
hands
bound
blessed
chosen
beyond
apart
carved
dispel
faith
token
dying
among
forever
everything
fears
winds
field
sacred
broken
fight
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