| Sleep still and silent
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| Dream in stained glass scenes of violence
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| Claim the song sung by the sirens
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| Breath shallow and quietly
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| Stand before the corpse of the crow
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| Take up the blade that struck the final blow
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| Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension
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| There will be no reproach. |
| There will be no redemption
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| For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life
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| Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife
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| Back to where it all began
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| Tracing footprints to the shore
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| They lead into the ocean
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| Where the horror waits no more
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| In its place waits utter devotion
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| The current casting backward tells of lifetime past
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| The empty faces that once seemed listless have all now been recast
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| But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to stir
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| Distracted by warm memories with vigilance relaxed
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| It seemed unlikely to occur
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| Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension
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| There will be no reproach. |
| There will be no redemption
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| A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again
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| Reaching down to tear the wings from the crow conquered in complete
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| Experience a transformation both of body and of mind
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| Rearrange the constellations and define the undefined
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| The returned speaks in tongues once bewildering
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| But in its hands sit the wings and the dagger that say everything
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| Without a word it says everything
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| Tore off the wings to refuse its ascension
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| There will be no second coming
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| No forces for succumbing to
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| Just a peaceful place to final rest a head
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| The crow is dead
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| Go back to sleep
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| The sun is finally setting
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| And you can rest you weary head for now |