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So I've become the roaming outcast* |
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Omnipresent like meteor dust |
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I call upon comets to strike down |
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Everything that makes me frown |
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In this world of tongue and minor deed |
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Where they harvest a hallow fruit without seed |
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Where kings guide fools eyes wide shut |
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My scythe shall leave these plains clear-cut |
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At the edge of my very life path |
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At the dawning of endless mind wrath |
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I cast away my rusted blade |
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For that inner hero's gonna fade |
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There's a swarm of insects approaching |
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With a virgins mind they're poaching |
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Sent from the forked tongue divine |
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The stinger's poison will be mine |
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Swarmwalls pile up towards the sunwheel |
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Hive falls black up a world of no heal |
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Those years I have wasted |
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Through decades of longing |
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But now I will celebrate my rebirth |
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The cocoon is open and I'm gonna rise |
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And my wings beat will cause the greatest gale on Earth |
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My scourge will disinfest the rope of sand |
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I cure this errant planet in my hand |
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A bladestorm born out of drone wings |
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A black rain from scorpion stings |
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At the edge of my very life path |
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At the dawning of endless mind wrath |
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I cast away my rusted blade |
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For that inner hero's gonna fade |
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There's a swarm of insects approaching |
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With a virgins mind they're poaching |
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Sent from the forked tongue divine |
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The stinger's poison will be mine |
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Swarmwalls pile up towards the sunwheel |
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Hive falls black up a world of no heal |
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Those years I have wasted |
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Through decades of longing |
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But now I will celebrate my rebirth |
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The cocoon is open and I'm gonna rise |
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And my wings beat will cause the greatest gale on Earth |
