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Apprentice Bards The Vision Of Death

Laying down in my bed, afraid of the nightmares, which come every night. Of course I know, they're only dreams, still a bit frightened I turn of

falling from the sky. That is my dream of the apocalypse, that is the nightmare, which takes my sleep, the dream I fear most - the vision of death

See them crawling, begging for more, in need of money, robbing a store. See those addicted, betraying each other, selling their grandma, stealing