| When the dusk lays hands on the town of misery
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| The light attracts all you children of light
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| Every night pilgrimace is part of your mystery
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| Towards the light… towards the last flight…
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| Fly… towards the light like all the moths in the night
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| Fly like it would be your last flight
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| I rise… on my jet-black wings and fly through the smoke
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| I see you as my queen when the chrysalis has broken
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| Again the shadows grow and lights begin to glow
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| It’s time for new moon, that’s why the army grows
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| Now this, then that light is everywhere
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| Which one you choose… I’ll be there
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| Fly… towards the light like all the moths in the night
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| Fly like it would be your last flight
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| I rise… on my jet-black wings and fly through the smoke
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| I see you as my queen
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| When the chrysalis has broken… broke
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| Time for the last flight and the metamorphosis is near
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| Before the dawn the magic wouldn’t disappear
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| After the metamorphosis you’ll be all mine
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| You in my arms… I drink your love like wine…
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| Fly… towards the light like all the moths in the night
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| Fly like it would be your last flight
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| I rise… on my jet-black wings and fly through the smoke
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| I see you as my queen
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| When the chrysalis has broken… broken |