Lyrics - The Wake Of The Angel by Elend

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I am the eyes of the
Basilisk.
As you enter the forest of my sleep,
Drawing aside the bushes of glimmering light,
You will remember the prayer of
Orion.
Drifted in me, you are alone.
The hour approaches and the
Moon, dim as clay,
Pours a sea of tears into our swollen eyes.
Kill the dying in my soul, my love,
For
Death once dead bears no more dying then,
And you'll be dead to strike the dead.
I have written your name so often
On the chiselled vault.
But my writing hands are the roots of my misery.
Now everything stands still
In the wake of the
Angel...

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