| I swore it had gone
|
| Yet, yet in vain?
|
| Caught in the coils of oration again
|
| Above, I was the witness of
|
| Wings, once unfurled
|
| Below, my splendor, no
|
| No longer tied to this world
|
| I saw the serpent in my sleep
|
| These scales often waiting in my most desolate dreams
|
| And at times, oh, it bears such horns
|
| Its eyes
|
| Much more menacing than the night
|
| I swore it had gone
|
| Yet, yet in vain?
|
| Caught in the coils of oration again
|
| Above, I was the witness of
|
| Wings, once unfurled
|
| Below, my splendor, no
|
| No longer tied
|
| I saw the serpent in my sleep
|
| These scales often waiting in my most desolate dreams
|
| And at times, oh, it bears such horns
|
| Its eyes
|
| Much more menacing than the night
|
| Before
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| Descend if not for a day
|
| Stars starve me
|
| Of my breath, of my light
|
| A vision less than serene
|
| Descend if not for a day
|
| Stars starve me
|
| Of my breath, of my light
|
| A vision less than serene
|
| Descend if not for a day
|
| Stars starve me
|
| Of my breath, of my light
|
| A vision less than serene
|
| Fabric not of life
|
| Descend, if not for a day
|
| For shivering souls
|
| Into a cold
|
| As old as the flame
|
| Above, I was the witness of
|
| Wings, once unfurled
|
| Below, my splendor, no
|
| No longer tied to this world
|
| I saw the serpent in my sleep
|
| These scales often waiting in my most desolate dreams
|
| And at times, oh, it bears such horns
|
| Its eyes
|
| Much more menacing than the night |