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dreams cultivate my fife
triumph the Will manifest and tyrannize
beseech the bustards that crusade the fall
obliterate profane before the calm

hey Bravissimo

combat omens fade into my wrath
engulf the future kill all in its path
give me back the power of those nights
dissuade all hope and revel in the fight

hey Bravissimo

December's lost your head all full of snow
unearth bad thoughts your eyes
plucked by crows

scheming to devour everything
so bruised and bleak your whole
goddamn boring scene



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