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I wanna be there
Listening to whispers of ancient gods
Standing in front of golden gates
Of Your majesty.
Dear soulmates, black ravens
Take me to those stony streets
where bareffoot walking will make me satisfy
put yellow sands on my eyelids
seeds of wanders, seeds of stories
that haven't happened yet
Oh we believe instead of living our lives
In sacrifice/ 
Dear misfits,
You're black ravens
nameless, shameless.
Stainless.
Ancient as the rising sun.
that needs to run at day
neatly avoiding night.