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When the darkest storm roars
passes by like a raven with mighty wings
When landscapes rapidly burn away
and leaves everything in dust
You slowly turn to me and say
“I always only cared about me”

And like ancient runes carved into stones
by a mighty force for eternity to know
you whispered my name in your spell
and burned a curse on vernal skin

So hold this child in your arms – For you
Don’t fear my wounds and scars – I shall suffer
I`m wounded by a thousand words – For you
It is still you I bleed for – I shall bleed

It`s written in my scars

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