A slave have I become to a thousand beating wings
Talons tear the sky as the broken church bell rings
Echoing the prophecies sung by the ancient one
The power of the fire's flame scorch the serpent's tongue
The moon hangs like a backdrop for the shadows of the night
The air in churning protest of outstretched wings in flight
My sword cast away on the ground at my feet
Drenched in tears of falling stars shattered in defeat
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