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Their beaks sharpened, Preparing for attack...
They don’t choose the victims
They just...
It’s not their fault, they were born this way.
In ancient times their coming was predicted,
Those who were born without a soul!
Those who were born with dead hearts!
Passing thru the desert
Looking for the path,
Hearing them behind me,
They just...
It’s not their fault, they were born this way.
In ancient times their coming was predicted,
Those who were born without a soul!
Those who were born with dead hearts!
They spread their rage without a cause,
Destroying all with deadly claws
It’s not their fault, they were born this way.
In ancient times their coming was predicted,
Those who were born without a soul!
Those who were born with dead hearts!
