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Hunted and murdered

Slaughtered and tortured

I am the last of my kind

Ancient race born of fire

A child of the sun

With dragons tears I leave

I am the Skyweaver

Beaten and barely alive

My sad wings climb into the atmosphere

Into the cold empty space I fly

Headed towards the sun

With dragons tears I leave

I am the Skyweaver

Angels screams at my blinding decent

As I smash into the sun

Reborn in fire

Return to the earth and relieve man of his rein

The black gift of death for you all

Holocaust, Vengeance, Wild and Uncontrolled

Entire human race now you pay my toll