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Mysitified and devoted
08:40
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O falcon of light, no bloodshed can tear your dreams apart
Ascend to where no mortal has ever been before
And create new life with light and dark as one
Make a world of yew and rosemary, from dead wood
Of gentle rain and lively wind
Where desert breeds rivers, and the Sun shall bathe our lands.
All the work of ancient man,
an endless search for what was lost
The gift of wisdom was for nothing
Just a tool of destruction
The shady crest of trees over hills
The pines and oaks, so tall, and grim at night...
The wild orchids and bluebells, the fays and fairies
The lone wolf and the wise hawk.
Can you see the fire that burns inside them?
The seemingly vain chase for the self amidst chaos?
It stares at you like an eagle, to see you conquer the world and reach the skies..
Donโt give up now, the stars are awaiting your return
Farewell now...
O falcon of light, no bloodshed can tear your dreams apart
Ascend to where no mortal has ever been before
And create new life with light and dark as one
Make a world of green and blue from fire and brimstone,
Where pain shall be no more,
And those you loved will rest at last.
The Golden Age of man is dusk
We must reach beyond, die and be reborn
Sweep their souls to black.
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I who wander stripped of light
Won't gaze upon the morning sun
Endlessly dragged by the moonlight
A black phantom sieged my heart
And hate filled my soul
Like heavy rain over the forests
All the pages were clear when I drenched in blood,
leaking into the crevices of your castle,
and the white canvas, so pure and bright
had always been a mask
My cold hands upon your scarsโฆ
The sins of man are no more than a shackle, lift them up at once.
Deceiver of the holy ground
I walked all the alleys of this graveyard
And tears of joy are no different from those of fear or sorrow
Observe my tall shade looming over the gardens of your dream
From dark winds I bent the windows to reach
Upon your pale flesh and morbid soul
For Your Queen, I command your blood
Your Majesty
Saviour of the high blood
I shall be thy sword
Last knight of the line
Sent by the cosmic rule
Oh, Shapeless Mother
Monarch of dense kingdoms
I shall serve your dream
With my blood red crown
Ihyll wonโt fall.
I who wander stripped of light
Won't gaze upon the morning sun
Endlessly dragged by the moonlight.
A black phantom sieged my heart
And hate filled my soul
Like heavy rain over the forests
Where hunters carelessly crawl as vermin
- And daylight dies
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Bastard of Loran Barcelona, Spain
๐ฑ๐๐๐๐- Lyric conjurator. Choir chamberlain.
๐ท๐๐๐๐๐ - Lyric revelator. Choir portraitist.
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