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Wandering these roads of silence, the twisted spires behind
The shattered glass enlights a raven, unholy, broken, mine
Soon with dawn arrived the cold breeze, and then the awry clouds
Drops like knives dripped down from angels, made of stone and scars

Rain, soak my flesh, and they won't
Tell the tears from your sweet caress
Burden, cut, weed out, the flower
Thriving from these wounds

Black crows sing, pushing the thorns of memories
That rain down on the roof tiles now
Guiding my steps home
Walls, they lie, they close on me, while I fall
On knees that bear the direful sin
Of sealing my red eyes

Ebony, razor-like feathers run across the sky
It may be the mind of someone weary, they stare at me, deride

Rain, soak my flesh, and they won't
Tell the tears from your sweet caress
Burden, cut, weed out, the flower
Thriving from these wounds

Black crows sing, pushing the thorns of memories
That rain down on the roof tiles now
Guiding my steps home
Walls, they lie, they close on me, while I fall
On knees that bear the direful sin
Of sealing my red eyes

So why would you lie?
For wings of angels, for your pride?
So why would you cry?
For wings of angels, for your pride?

You are guidance, my unbroken resilience
You are my graceful maiden of rain
You are guidance, my unbroken resilience
You are my graceful maiden of rain

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