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Rotting the night is for the time

 When mind becomes entwined with the moon

 The creatures of light transforms my rhyme

 And a sickness comes too soon...

 Remember the day, when I will break away

 From the mire of soaring thoughts

 I'll crush my weak shell and fly astray

 Far beyond the ephemeral noughts

 This is my last chance

 To shake off the dust and take a glance

 The hour what is eternally mine

 Will put me in right stance...

 Soar with steel

 Instead of wings

 The death with me

 Forever sings

 Foolishly missed the very chance

 Distorted mask is now my face

 Arise my pain, embrace my sins

 And you will be my only kins

 Listen to voices from the depths of my death!

 Feel the despair in the core of my chest!

 Fall before my wings and die like the rest!

 Let me have my rise in the bloody mess!

 Listen to voices of my death!

 Feel the despair in my chest!

 Fall and die like the rest!

 Let me have my bloody mess!