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Cold hunter's knife,
washed in a silver rain.
Threaded wings and pierced by those claws that cling
to the throats and hands of death.
Bold, brazen child
who said you could do these things.
Made from rain and light blowing in from space.
Now, to kill, and fight, and hide your claim.
Cold, haunted heart,
you dream of my warm embrace.
All the while carving with all your hate,
rage and bile to turn me cold.
But cold is home and I am winter;
blinding light and blasting horns.
If you want warmth, then I am summer,
but choose the one you're wanting more.
washed in a silver rain.
Threaded wings and pierced by those claws that cling
to the throats and hands of death.
Bold, brazen child
who said you could do these things.
Made from rain and light blowing in from space.
Now, to kill, and fight, and hide your claim.
Cold, haunted heart,
you dream of my warm embrace.
All the while carving with all your hate,
rage and bile to turn me cold.
But cold is home and I am winter;
blinding light and blasting horns.
If you want warmth, then I am summer,
but choose the one you're wanting more.
Lyrics submitted by DarkerShadeofWinter
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and all the music starts to make perfect sense.
the recurring knife, the light...
im not too absolutely positive, the last
always kind of confused me....
im thinking he's everything and he has it all.
either way you choose, he's got it.
something like that...
versatile people that they are.
my kind of people.
the 1st verse 3rd stanza.
threaded wings, and pierced by those claws that cling
and
the 2nd stanza last verse
Now, to kill, and fight, and hide you claim.