Silent contemplation/all things divine/end is the beginning. And I could continue, the wheels of time spinning without mercy, without regret, without remorse. Makin' the big leap, the great divide awaits all who dare... I'll be where you need me to be, at the eye of the storm, the silent garden under the full moon (witche's cackle in the background included) or at the corner of the map... there be dragons and let's get to slayin' I say (I'm so close I can taste it). Pour me the drink divine and we will head to battle, last call, last look at the moon, last goodbye.
Let's break it down, single malt all around!
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