I've got a hideous face, looking at you, laughing in your veins
Riding my black tailed horse to the westland
Searching for the dark-cored stone to stain it in black
All the senses are made out of my broken fears
Searching for the dark-cored stone to stain it in black
There's this shadow of mine, all around in the sky
Spreading a black satin around the earth
I shine through the lands
I'm not the one, but the all

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