The trace of feathers,
Lingers far from the tree
Distant terms of chaos
Talks in sense of the crime
Set in stone the eye is on the move
Void detachment
Love walkers surrounded
Confident, it's the treachery of images
We fall in pieces as dust through the air
Pale winds crave mercy crystal steel meets the eye
Set in stone the eye is one the move

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