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Into the Abyss

The distant gloom of the storm in the sky
Brings upon its wings the song
    of I must die

Steadfastly I gallop
    straight into the wind
Not swerving, not turning for
    I know there's my end

The beating of the hooves
    echoes my sorrow
No hope for today
    no chance for tomorrow

Faster the gallop
    the rain coming down
Hiding the streaks on my face
    my feelings does drown

To the edge of the cliff
    my faithful steed does race
Not swerving, not turning
    it's my end I must face

To the edge to the air
    my steed does take
To the edge my despair
    my soul does make
And as I look up in the sky
    his wings beat in bliss

Down my soul falls
Down into the abyss

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