To Hell With Pity

Whispering winds sing a sad tale
Of fallen angels casting wicked spells
Demons let lose my hearts desire
And cast her into a lustful fire

I must find the strength to fight
Within my withering pride
I must find the will to act
Somewhere inside my sorrow

If the winds of misery
Should knock down my sails of life
I will find a way to drift my way
Into my old tomorrow

 

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