My soul is a wicked vulture
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Who whishes to steal the celestial treasure
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To revel in bliss and rapture
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I will devour the blood-red skies
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And reach the point where the sun never dies
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Even if it may scorch both of my eager eyes
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The torrid star of Knowledge
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Burns my gilded wings to ashes
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I fall in the maze of my mind
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My corpse is lying in the crass
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And there are many rows of rapacious crows
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Craving for carrions of my carcass
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but as a newborn phenix
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I'll rise again from the styx
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of my ignorance
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As eternity unfurls before me
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I make my way through space
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When I reach my spiritual palace
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I cannot, I can't see...
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My lightened gem I have not found
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And I'm ungently hitting the dirty ground
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Hence my peers gathering around
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In the air you will see my silhouette
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Falling in a deadened sunset
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As bitter as tears of Juliet
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In the bleeding heart of a Poet
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My Burnt Wings
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Blinded By Faith |