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Fallen kingdom, homeless poet

Composition of the chaos

Pursuing his long lost dreams

Drinking from the blood rivers



Stealing from me my heartbeat

What is lost will be found

If I fall I will rise

Through the flames, from my ashes

Like a shooting star

Scraping through the sky

Make a wish on me as I die for you

Rotten apple of his eye

Bitter fiction, lifelong massacre

Nurturing his poisonous seeds

Killing without leaving any trace

Stealing from me my last breath

What is lost will be found

If I fall I will rise

Through the flames, from my ashes

Like a shooting star

Scraping through the sky

Make a wish on me as I die for you

What is lost will be found

If I fall I will rise

Through the flames, from my ashes

What is lost will be found

If I fall I will rise

Through the flames, from my ashes

Like a shooting star

Scraping through the sky

Make a wish on me as I die for you