Running in the Dark - text
Blood and ugliness, bitterness and pain
Death, mourning, sadness and deep shadow
Still the world is hard to accept
My gaze does not fall on the lifeless
My touch shall not heal the lost and the blind
I shall make torpid earth wake to primeval chaos
I free nightly spirits from the abyss
I still remain a part of the only mystery
Kindling desires in souls gone astray
An iris of fire, an oracle mad
The flame I carry and you follow
Dances to the wingbeat of my black arts
Flew up in the sky
Wings would lift infinity
And the universe would burn like a torch
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