When the moon bleeds all night
And the stars turn as thorns
The constellations sing a sad lullaby
The dew creeps stealthily inside my core
The streams of pain eddy down to hollows of my death
Still I rise from the ashes of agony and delusion
I live I love because I am the life
And the stars turn as thorns
The constellations sing a sad lullaby
The dew creeps stealthily inside my core
The streams of pain eddy down to hollows of my death
Still I rise from the ashes of agony and delusion
I live I love because I am the life
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