Moving through the back shadows, i am lost in flight with the crows.
To the south for winter, slowly ill dement her.
Were i flow you cant see, catching you just when you think your free.
Cus im the blinded one, yet i can still see you and the sun.
Buried in my own self hate, i dont want to be dealt the dealers fate.
Come on follow me to the vault of the blind, see what you can find.
I didnt find anything at all, but everyone else finds a flaw.
Its cus your now blind, it never lets you find.
Trickery of thinking you did, you found hells bid.
Nothing is there to find, nothing of any kind.
You only find, whats already in your mind.
Be off tell the tale, of how the blind man fell.
Off a darkend saddle, and into hells battle.
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