This is the valley of death,
and the angels cry
These vultures roam,
and the butterflies die
It’s the doomsday eve,
let the promises guide
Pierce my dreams,
when the hope holds light
took this blade with a promise
and this armor with a doubt
to spear through stars
when the sky falls down
let me battle off my grounds
when the death mourns loud
or let the light in my gaze
fade away with my sound
when the rains of arrows
drop down on me
this scream of sparrows
made the miseries sleep
was blessed by a hallow
now this pain skin deep
Wish I could be just a shadow
till this sun set in sea
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