LYRIC

Of time that we rode
Darkest vows seal my woe
I was seen in your head
The waste flew from
Our throats – desires
Fate is low – bleed
My eye – heal my stone
I will open a door
And bleed in your dreams
SIlently praying for
Enclosure within the
Flame of origin

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