Crimson colored sky
etched by the paths of eagles:
blood's reality.
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Crimson colored sky
etched by the paths of eagles:
blood's reality.
Poison on your lips
Poison on your lipsAtropos, be swift your shears
Poison on your lips:
Atropos, be swift your shears--
O wretched fate ours!
When a friend betrays
When a friend betrays
one begins to hate himself
When a friend betrays
one begins to hate himself--
and justly so, wretch.
Hidden heartache breathes
Hidden heartache breathes
And sighs like the heaving night
Hidden heartache breathes
And sighs like the heaving night
no one hears the sound!
The misty morning
The misty morning
shrouded in cold waves of cold
The misty morning
shrouded in cold waves of cold
the forest awakes
The blind alleys of town
Blind alleys of town
A trap in the labyrinth