| Circle the skies in search of carrion
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| Silhouetted by a blood red moon
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| A silent seer preying on my mind
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| The lurking fear tears at my eyes
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| When the night falls and the fog grows
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| Seek the shelter of these blackened wings
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| Flee the sunrise so I won’t find
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| That I might rise on these tattered wings
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| Why would I raise my eyes to danger above?
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| I keep my gaze upon the graves
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| When the scavengers feast upon what’s left
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| Only a husk remains, rotten and bereft
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| When the night falls and the fog grows
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| Seek the shelter of these blackened wings
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| Flee the sunrise so I won’t find
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| That I might rise on these shattered wings
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| So long beholden to heresy
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| And drifting away from the sun
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| Until the talons rip at my flesh
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| Lifting, I rise from the earth
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| I am grasping at air
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| From my earthly remains
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| When we thought we were flying
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| We were falling again |