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