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Their torn broken wing is all they see

Their dying roots can never help them stand

The amiable dream of leaving this world

A darkness paralyzing their inner hope

Time will run and burn their dying dreams

The spirit of refinement won't let them in

Is it a hope lighting the skyline

Is it the wind calling their names

The cramp started to burst and fall

Their bond is going to grow tight

All their dreams, eternally forsaken

Only destruction and doom remained

Memories of weeps and cry dig the deepest

Mourning at the blast, flames, and ruins

The fire burns it all, and growing higher,

From which more of our kind are reborn

Their justice is dead, their veins are dry

The other afterlife calls, they’ll never return.