| So I’ve become the roaming outcast
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| Omnipresent like meteor dust
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| I call upon comets to strike down
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| Everything that makes me frown
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| In this world of tongue and minor deed
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| Where they harvest a hallow fruit without seed
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| Where kings guide fools eyes wide shut
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| My scythe shall leave these plains clear-cut
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| At the edge of my very life path
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| At the dawning of endless mind wrath
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| I cast away my rusted blade
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| For that inner hero’s gonna fade
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| There’s a swarm of insects approaching
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| With a virgins mind they’re poaching
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| Sent from the forked tongue divine
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| The stinger’s poison will be mine
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| Swarmwalls pile up towards the sunwheel
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| Hive falls black up a world of no heal
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| Those years I have wasted
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| Through decades of longing
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| But now I will celebrate my rebirth
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| The cocoon is open and I’m gonna rise
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| And my wings beat will cause the greatest gale on earth
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| My scourge will disinfest the rope of sand
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| I cure this errant planet in my hand
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| A bladestorm born out of drone wings
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| A black rain from scorpion stings
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| At the edge of my very life path
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| At the dawning of endless mind wrath
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| I cast away my rusted blade
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| For that inner hero’s gonna fade
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| There’s a swarm of insects approaching
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| With a virgins mind they’re poaching
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| Sent from the forked tongue divine
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| The stinger’s poison will be mine |