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You cannot touch me,
You would not dare,
I am the chill that's in the air.
-Chorus-
And I try to get through to you,
In my own special way,
As the barriers crumble,
At the end of the day.
-End Chorus-
Dark rivers are flowing,
Back into the past,
You are the fish for which I cast.
And what of the future,
What is to be,
As the rivers flow into the sea.
-Chorus-
Do not take for granted,
Powers out there,
Don't step into the demon's lair.
Time is an illusion,
Rising from time,
Steep is the mountain which we climb.