A wounded crow is born,
Destined by your throne,
Slowly dying behind her eyes,
She opened all the runes,
Discovered many routes,
Slowly dying behind those eyes,
Through her eyes,
Truth be told you'll doubt,
The winds are swirling wild,
The sea is an uproar,
Slowly dying behind her eyes,
A blue moon is assured,
This skynet cannot hold,
Slowly fading with her life,
Through her eyes,
Truth be told we believe,
Truth be completely absolute,
And doubt you will,
It's nothing that she hasn't seen before...
A wounded crow is born,
Destined by your throne,
Slowly dying with your life...
©retroletgo
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