I work in Fire, I work in Ice I work with Sin, I work with Vice Darkness draws me from the light Closer to the fearsome night Mother's gods or Father's skill? To tread both paths needs powerful will I am Balance, I am strength The dispute goes on in length Fear the reaper, I think not immortal child of time wrought
I am the balance, and I'm tipping towards the darkness.
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