Standing in the Heads of the graves, As I count the Universal Dreamscapes,
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I watch the Silent Journey of Souls, with Joy an Pity for their Eternal quest.
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A thousand years of Misery ago, I was Created From Moon Dust.
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My Mother was the blood of my enemies, and the Fire of the sun, my Father.
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An invisible chain forged in thorns, embrace and unite my crimson memory,
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to the crypts of Insanity and delirium, where I can't find the Reality....
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Dark Motions, Black eyes, and and mournful Lust, The wings of solitude.
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I'm cursed to follow the Dead, to see how they vanish to their Destiny...
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To feel and envy their final trip, 'coz I'm not allowed to see the final gate.
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I'M The Hateful Raven
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