| Born by thunder and lightning, a desolated child
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| I see shadows, so frightening, when others see the light
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| So my infinite journey has only just begun
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| In the coldness I’m burning, the winter makes me strong
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| I’ll be there when the universe reclaims
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| I’ll be there when the spirit calls my name
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| The black night is so unholy
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| But delight lives in my heart
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| In the dark I feel so lonely
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| When the end is coming near I know I will get my last reward
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| When the snow coats the valley, the hawk is rising high
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| See that small winding alley which leads into the night
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| When my journey is ending I see the crimson lights
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| When the old hawk is landing my final breath is bright
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| I’ll be there when the universe reclaims
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| I’ll be there when the spirit calls my name
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| The black night is so unholy
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| But delight lives in my heart
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| In the dark I feel so lonely
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| When the end is coming near I know I will get my last reward
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| I’ll be there when the universe reclaims
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| I’ll be there when the spirit calls my name
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| The black night is so unholy
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| But delight lives in my heart
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| In the dark I feel so lonely
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| When the end is coming near I know I will get my last reward |