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My, |
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dismal soul, |
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eternally bleeding, |
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as I witness, |
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the falling mankind. |
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I cry for their sins, |
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eternal tears, |
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this hateful existence, |
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our final, |
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doom. |
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With tear-filled eyes, |
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I stare towards the sky, |
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my spirit free, |
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flies into obscurity, |
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obscurity. |
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body, degenerating, |
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ora, feeding my soul, |
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truth, revealed, |
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at last, |
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I, |
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am, |
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born. |
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Through the everlasting night among the stars I fly, |
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with the soaring eagle leaving my past behind, |
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the point of no, |
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return. |
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The whispering voice of my corpse on earth calls to me, |
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it wants me back, |
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spellbound by it's magic I start to fall, |
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the soaring eagle imprisoned in pain, |
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empty soul struggling, |
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again. |
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Destiny awaits, |
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the evil whispering voice, |
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it decays as it witnesses the revival of my soul, |
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of, |
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of my soul, |
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the, |
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point, |
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of no, |
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return. |
