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