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Red suns burning slow |
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inside the night, soft whispers echo |
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tides of darkness flowing like stars |
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crimson colours, paint our hearts |
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behold the sky so distant and bright. |
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Screams whispered, memories won |
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we are free to roam, destination never shown |
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gaze those in mist, gleam in night |
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without battles we dominate. |
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The dying light of eternal grey |
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above it all creations fall |
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thunderstorm of rage, lead us to the void |
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thorns and stones, swords for the moon. |
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Screams whispered, memories won |
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we are free to roam, destination never shown |
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gaze those in mist, gleam in night |
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without battles we dominate. |
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Under the clouds, in grace of night |
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we walk through the ashes and dust |
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in the failing light of the stormy day |
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born out of thorns from dragons kiss. |
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Screams whispered, memories won |
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we are free to roam, destination never shown |
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gaze those in mist, gleam in night |
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without battles we dominate. |