in my direction, trying to pull me down towards them
The shame that kept me gagged and bound
with heavy chains down to the ground
has underwent a shift of change
and I will flee, and this black mass
will elevate and fly away
beyond the skies of fiery storm
enfolding our dry earth of scorn
The willpower of helping hand
could drench the dead soil of this land
But it´s too late now as I´m gone
to find the place that I belong
Which lies beyond the gates of dawn
Awaiting for the arrival of the scapegoat.
The prophet is now heading for the sky
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