My soul
My soul
My soul
In the sun I sat in the distant horizon
Blaze upon my head
A centennial morning glow
The flames
Finnication through the echo ring
Wings of death
Where clouds may dance
My life ends here
And my eyes and heart will turn to him
Wings of death Wings of death
The
fires have awakened.
Beautiful and shining and black.
Illuminating a world with the stars.
Facing upwards, we'll bring up the skies.
Fever rats coming out of the earth.
Am
I the one to carry the corpses to the graves?
A thousand years yearning,
rising from the lower caves.
A local prairie shifts closing,
undertaking a real plan.
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