Once at night I sat among mortals
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Afraid of what the future would bring
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Drowning dreams in polluted visions
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As I heard the mourning angel sing
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A bloody wing came in sight on the ground
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Bestially slaughtered by the hordes of those
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Who didn't see the light
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The prophecy of a spiritual deed
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Seems to increase in moments
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Where the morbid mental activity comes into force
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You will ride through the dark meadow
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Once at down I sat among mortals
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Weeping over the loss of a shadow
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At went on a journey withdrawn
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Skywards you'll met the silver-tongued
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Memories will clean the hoofs
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And contain the falling stone from your heart
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On The Verge Of Tears
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| Autumn Leaves |
