Saved
warm tears fall from my weakened eyes to the tathered ground
as my ears begain to silence the sound
shadows of evil surround my presents
as spirits of light fall in my essence
my brother....
my brother....
your nearing the light
just try to repent and continue your fight
as the paster raise my hands in this joyous occasion
i felt the spirits of darkness evasion
the invasion of my lord enter my personal equation
now what is going to be my ceremonial occasion?
my eyes begain to brighten i am no longer lost
as the city of fallen angels start to pay their own cost.
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