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When the sun dies, night is born
The moon gives me shelter 'till I'm gone

Above my head the vultures’ roam
Wanting my soul to rot
I’m a prey that walks alone
They smell my fear to be born

Took off my eyes to listen the call of beyond
Without eyes all is darkness, darkness in my road

The vultures are flying low
Waiting for my soul to rot
To have a feast of flesh and bones
They smell my fear to be born

I’m not dead

With vulture wings I flown
Their black feathers are my clothes
I’m on my way back home
There’s no more fear to be born

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from The Underground Parties - Will death let us scream like now? [NR​​​-​​​031], released August 26, 2018

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