I cast away my bloodied armor As it weighs upon me
Circles of Hell
Supposedly, there are Seven circles of hell
Burnt Too Many Times
The trees are on fire And I can't bring myself
Swan Song
Do you hear the cries? The mournful song
Never Really Will
Seal this hollow tomb And dry the tears
Our Place
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On Leaping
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Braille
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Embrace
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