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When the dark night cries and my soul is bathed in mournful dew
I drown in despair with no hope of finding home,
I think of flying high and fading away

Walking trough gardens haunted by restless ghosts,
Evil spirits demand offerings of blood,
In the distance I hear roars like thunderstorms,
Flying creatures in heaven pronounce my name

For power you fought in many battles
Took the life of innocents and enemies alike
Loud cry of swinging swords were your hymn
Blood thirst was your strength, gave pleasure to kill

Sitting alone near a mournful shore, vainly trying to evade
The hurtful trace of haunting memories that feed from a drifting life
Consumed by disgrace

There she was every night:
mutilating a flower in the dense darkness,
breaking the silence with weak sobs

Letting her tears flow
'cause they have shackles in daytime.

It's them:

Old dreams and thoughts exhaled through a last serene breath,
Ethereal traveller of space and time ascending beyond matter and light,
Cyclic birth of the soul, the beginning and the end…

II

Body submitted to changes, defenceless at first, whose eyes slowly opening wide
Behold a world of choices and misfortunes that lead the heart to the ways of love and hate,