Nights of storms
Flying thunders trough the Dark
Tree’s whispers and shadow’s forms
Creeping up these motel’s walls
White marks in Demons’ fights
Cold winds in Deep Falls
And lightings’ lights
Lightening our fate
Here’s the Story of our Lives, Love & Hate
We burned down the house
Just to see the flames
We made from the ashes our home
And we changed our names
We ran through the mine’s field
High and fulfilled
With such an explainable thrill
We blinded all fear
We reached the frontier
Running from our past
We were going to nowhere
And we arrived in last
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