Archfiend, Beelzebub, fallen from air,
Samael, open your six wings,
Carry me on top of tallest mountains,
Release me as your own,
As I crash, like thunder hitting the ground,
My spirit will raise to the air,
As intelligence, as their critic,
As a thinker, so technical,
Like a stick, that was build to be in the air,
It can break, it can withstand, the air at the same time,
Just like in nightmares,
Forever I remain in free falls.
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