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Wings of Wax (Hibria)

You've knocked me down I'm kissing the floor You've made feel as you've dreamed Youre the seed of the hate A seed I have grown Meantime we're washing our hands We have wandered all over teh world To fight ouselves somewhere else We couldn't wonder, we'll fight who we are Looking close at the eyes of a child Fly away from the blood red skies of hate With bonded wings of wax Far away from the blood red skies of hate Flying high, airborne we fall I wanna feel your passion for your pennant To feel it one last time in my cold heart Make me feel your way So much I want to feel this way... On your own shoulders You will feel the weight of hate On your own shoulders You will feel how heavy Is to carry it in a long legged race Termination into your eyes Restless power on your own hands You've always fed your days and (the) desire To hang our heads and resurrect your past You can't even think beyond But your own rebellious world to shoot it right There is no forgiven try You can't even thinkin beyond But your own rebellious world Making me sick of all Blasting raging power collecting souls Blasting raging power Fly away from... blood red skies I have been fighting for our masters But never they've shown up At the end, I'm always on my own I have been searching for my targets In endless dead end roads Speeding up to reach them Fighting all for real, is my deepest passion Fight all for real, lonely stranger All I did has kept our rite - live bravely and die With your boots on!!! Don't pull me down: Fly away from cold darkened rooms Don't pull me down: Keep away from hard strong wishes I wish I knew my soul shall not wander I wish I knew I couldn't fly so high The labyrinth is on fire... There's no way out Wings of wax are melting... You can't fly away Fallen angels regretting living this pain There's no way out... The labyrinth is on fire... You can't fly away... Wings of wax are melting... Airborne we fall Fallen angels regretting living this pain