The Heart of the Wanderer
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has been sewn into my breast
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The Soul of the Hermit
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has been blown into my shell
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The Icy nails of Misanthropy
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are hammered through my chest
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to remind me of pain...
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of scarlet skies I'm made
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There in the distance
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in the skydance of the sparkles
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Heavens flooded with blood
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from where I descented
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from the forge of the gods
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Made to despise yoy all
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Each thought a dream of thy end
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...the final salvation
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Velvet veils upon me set
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For thou art, the nails in my flesh
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Eternal disease of my soul
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Erode me - from this human hell
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Grant me - my final steps
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towards the glowing red
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of scarlet skies made
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Of Scarlet Skies Made
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Throes of Dawn |