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A. I SOAR ON THE BREEZE
indian
spirits-flying
I soar on the breeze
mortals-dying
I soar on the breeze
into the sun
lovers-crying
I soar on the breeze
demons-sighing
I soar on the breeze
into the sun
I'm drawn towards the sun
and then we will be one
my soul will melt into the universe
futureman</i> It's all a lie
roman</i> you will just die
futureman</i> so don't give in
roman</i> for we can win
B. DEATH'S GRUNT
death
I am the breeze
the bringer of rest and ease
I am the wind
the forgiver of those who've sinned
I am the storm
I blow the devil's horn
I am the fire
the source of l*st and desire
I am the sun
the joining has begun
I am your fate
the guardian at the gate
I am death and I claim your final breath!
C. THE PASSING OF AN EAGLE
instrumental