Circle Of Ouroborus
Circle Of Ouroborus - These Feathers In My Hand lyrics
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Day of loss, night to celebrate Greet the shadows for their bliss No joyful stars to salute They hide themselves and miss You... When you fall to my feet When you turn your other cheek I touch the blood on your forehead I see the fate of the meek Day of loss, night to celebrate Greet the shadows for their bliss No joyful stars to salute They hide themselves and miss You... No wings to fly Just soil to kiss No tears to cry Just horns to meet
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