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Once at night |
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I sat among mortals |
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Afraid of what the future would bring |
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Drowning dreams in polluted visions |
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As I heard the mourning angel sing |
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A bloody wing came in sight on the ground |
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Bestially slaughtered by the hordes of those |
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Who didn't see the light |
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The prophecy of a spiritual deed |
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Seems to increase in moments |
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Where the morbid mental activity comes into force |
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You will ride through the dark meadow |
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Once at down |
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I sat among mortals |
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Weeping over the loss of a shadow |
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At went on a journey withdrawn |
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Skywards you'll met the silver-tongued |
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Memories will clean the hoofs |
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And contain the falling stone from your heart |
