Soaring with eyes,
Where morning never comes
And the eternal black
Melts with infernal suns.
Creator of creators,
Rip me from this breathing shell
With the wisdom of origin
To wear your cosmic skin.
With me I am my own,
And in all I am within,
I travel the astral depths
On the winds of expansion.
I am of a race unbound
From this earthly grasp
I am the one who carries
The burden of endless sorrow.


Lyrics submitted by LaDiablo

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