No dream is ever just a dream
Nor is the dawn shelter like it seems
I dip my flesh in a silver stream
Cleanse the black night out from within

The room felt darker than before
In the absence of my very soul
With a bitter aftertaste of life
My tongue will bleed for evermore

With an oak head crowned is my body
A pitch black sight lays down before
Two never-closing eyes
My tongue will bleed for evermore

I am the fire
I am the arm

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