Angels, they fall first but I'm still here.
Alone as they are drawing near.
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung.
Wounded is the deer that leaps highest.
And my wound it cuts so deep.
Turn off the light and let me pull the plug.
Mandylion without a face.
Deathwish without a prayer.
End of hope,
end of love,
end of time.
The rest is silence.

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Beware the beast but enjoy the feast he offers