Sanoja: Demon Hunter. The World Is A Thorn. Driving Nails.

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I was the light
I was the quiet heart
I was the place we used to dwell.
And when the cold would tear your life apart,
I was the warmth that you had felt

What have I become?
Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind.
What have I become?
Something else inside...

Is driving nails into my soul
Angels from my door.
Driving nails into my soul
Something inside....

I was the blood inside your broken heart
I was the stone that you had held

I close my eyes
Search for you
Retracing every step