Tonight I part with this life
I leave my pyre with just a knife
Narrow is the path back to myself
Into the woods of afterlife
My wounds will heal, as king of the vale
Chasing my prey in the moonlight
My eyes aflame, skin cold and pale
Lost in the woods I'll prevail

See my wings flying high
Like the clouds through the sky
Grey and gold
Humid earth in my bones, I feel the cold

See my wings flying high
Like the clouds through the sky
Grey and gold
Humid earth in my bones, I feel the cold

Roaming the glades as king of the shades
My feet won't touch the ground
Stalking places where sunlight fades
With antlers I found I'll be crowned

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