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Primordial
For those whose Deeds shall become Song
and for those whose Eyes Shall light up the heavens With a single Fiery Glance
This...is your season.
 
Gentle Giant:
Living IN A GLASS HOUSE sheilding all that's meant for me,
Can you clear the shade and can you tell me what you see?
Shadow fills the light until the glass house becomes the night.
Dark is gleaming or am I dreaming?