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Of any eyes that one could not forget
A face left within the dark, embodied through nothing but a voice
This creature that dwells upon the shade
And when time stopped, "There is a way that you can save her".
"I have walked the Earth, since the dawn of blood was forged
I will take you amongst the past, and you’ll see defined, rebirth
The most sore and ripened place that only you would understand
And I have been there; now place upon your fingertips
This year, do you recall everything I’d left for you?
Amongst two others, those pieces broken are now yours to place"
I spread my wings and make my peace
But, for what? I do not understand these words or wounds
Midst in battle, I must prepare to drench this blade
Within a blink he has disappeared, and I
Left within a war of constant loss, from which none will gain
I spread my wings and make my peace
The pain, how it grows as the pieces do begin to fit
For every breath, I’d trade them all for you to take
If this darkness will fade, will you be able to let me inside
And then, I will become your blood, your brain, your heart
If I could bring back time do you know how wealthy I’d be?
"When you unfold the blinds will you embrace the last day?
Now, there lies the light that must come to break this shadow
At this window you’ll find an entrance to the only road that’s left
But do understand, this has not yet brought the end of me
In the next line of night I will be there waiting".
As before, gone with a blink
My hands upon the window sill
I looked behind to find nothing, save for a wall
So these curtains must be drawn
Oh why have I come unto a path which is left to be met at an end?
And behind the window, has already faded with dust, I can’t describe the
Nature
Of which I must draw the blood of all I despise, a poison made by whom
Purged my hands and threw me upon the stars
If only they knew I was granted such dark wings
As I walk through the thousands it seems
They all fall before my steps
And their blood in vain
As they will never see the beauty of the Earth
The blood of the earth once slept
But now it awakes for whom
Had purged my hands out of envy
If only they could open their eyes
They’d see, I was granted such dark, dark wings