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hear the warriors ancient calling for blood to flow
feel the warm tears of the angels in white as they cry
and the serenade of the dark angels choir
holding all of my fears and three foot of cold steel
in the palms of my hands
my dreams couldn't stand under the weight of faith
as it became lighter
hate seemed heavier but shone brighter
why do you refuse to accept, that maybe I'm not this beautiful
person you think I might be
when I hear the warriors ancient calling for blood to flow
feel the warm tears of the angels in white as they cry
and the serenade of the dark angels choir

~ D Donner ~