My body's made of fire
Black and deep and cold
Burning for the choice I made
So many years ago
And love will keep me tethered
For my wings are stripped of flight
But into my mad, deluded world
They cross the battle lines
Into their end
One dream of God
One dream of less
One dream of strength and cowardice
With the rage of the seraphs at my side
One dream of man
One dream of hate
One dream of love
One dream of hate
With the rage of the seraphs at my side
The punishments I carry now
Are of my own design
For once I brought the hand of God
And now this gift is mine
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