Give me the ropes made of hundred wings of a butterflies and doves,
blind me with a silk thunder
Bind them on my wrists, a living cage,
leave me where we first met, right next to the waterfall of Vexorious
under pale moon light
Leave before they come
Run before they sense your soul
Half a breath is taken,
seconds are gone in sin
Your black pearl armor is no longer your weapon
Words are not needed
Walk in silence
The wolves are signing upon my return.
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