Forest Swan, With Sparkling Pride Has To Burn, In Her Darkest Light Candle Dreams, Flames Risen High Nothing Remains, Forever In My Sky Blessing Lives, In One Dark Mind A Scattered End, No Stars To Shine Liberate Me, In Smoke of Weaves Devour the Sun, And So it Leaves Come Through, Rise from my Blood Dawns of Abaddon, Deeper Than Flood What May Come Close, In our Ways Shall Meet Your Rage, and Down it stays He Made Time, And Added me to Wheels And Slowly My Box There, He Seals Your Gloomy Mind, is my Only Paradise And From My Ashes, Only You Will Rise Only You will Rise And Only You Will Rise

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