Darker than skies,
no one else's gonna face me,
My demons go out for a hunt.
After the dark, with my memory fading,
I'm leaving the bonfires behind.
Leaving behind me
My bridges all burning,
I don't want no ships anymore.
Back in the woods where the werevolves are turning,
I'm leaving the flames at the shore.
Stronger than fire,
my angels are rising,
The Moon's shining back in my face.
That's where I'm going - behind the horizon,
I'm leaving and falling from grace.
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