Your Father wasn’t who he claimed to be

Once was a god, he was like fruit so sweet

But rotten he suffered, falling far from me

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I came upon a meadow, I asked him to meet

And his face no more I could bear to stand

So underground I forced him to retreat

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Having nowhere to go, no air, sea, or land

Before Valhalla’s court, its own dispatchers

For none alive would henceforth he surround

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Blazing fights from demons in heaven’s dead pastures

No beast from the underworld left unspared

Protected the light from darkened chapters

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Then one day the gods had declared

That he was no longer to remain in sorrow

The gates of hell he ruined, never repaired

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Then in that field under a tree of willow

I saw him there, a broken soul in his eyes

I fell in love again, my heart so hollow

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Years grew cold and I dreamed of his demise

I reached back and undid what was history

And he never began in Valhalla to reside

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Without his curse evil came with mystery

Ruing the day when he once was man

Because no longer did he have his victory

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So back I went to when it had begun

And gave him the life I took at a cost

And unfolding what history had rerun

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So at my death I know what was lost

And now I know because all this I see

And love the life I have uncrossed