I will survive the night, cos i see the breaking of dawn.. and somehow it all seems worthwile
I will survive whatever the odds be against me however dark the night may seem I can see the eyes of the demons gleam let them lay more hurdles in my path on them I will thrive...
The dark lord bays for my blood shadows hunt for me even at night but there is no fear in my heart coz I know I have to play my part
They wont get my soul to trade life’s mysteries never fade the fire is burning bright and renewed has been the broken blade...
So I return to the skies and the world seems so small beneath my feet and as I fly over the clouds I see the angel I wanna meet..
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