Flocks of Spirit
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There was a terrible sound of wind. She said, "Sounds of dead people."
It was storm and the dust was flying. She said, "The spirits are flying."

Flocks of Spirit

By Adorable_Writer

They were drunk one evening

They were drunk one evening With a song of exaltation.

They were drunk one evening With a song of exaltation. All of a sudden everything

They were drunk one evening With a song of exaltation. All of a sudden everything changed...

They were drunk one evening With a song of exaltation. All of a sudden everything changed... That day it was raining

It was a city of ambition....

It was a city of ambition.... But suddenly the storm started....

It was a city of ambition.... But suddenly the storm started.... As if there was a cataclysm

It was a city of ambition.... But suddenly the storm started.... As if there was a cataclysm The spirits were falling in the storm

It was a city of ambition.... But suddenly the storm started.... As if there was a cataclysm The spirits were falling in the storm As if it was the ghosts

It was a city of ambition.... But suddenly the storm started.... As if there was a cataclysm The spirits were falling in the storm As if it was the ghosts kingdom...

The gusts of wind were strong

The gusts of wind were strong But I heard the voice of the spirits

The gusts of wind were strong But I heard the voice of the spirits As if they were calling me....

The gusts of wind were strong But I heard the voice of the spirits As if they were calling me.... As if they were saying

The gusts of wind were strong But I heard the voice of the spirits As if they were calling me.... As if they were saying "We are waiting for you."

The demons were flying in the air

The demons were flying in the air I heard their screams

The demons were flying in the air I heard their screams My fear was one of their refuge

The demons were flying in the air I heard their screams My fear was one of their refuge I heard their horrible screams

The demons were flying in the air I heard their screams My fear was one of their refuge I heard their horrible screams As if it was a deluge

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death,

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death, remorse

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death, remorse or cowardice in suicide

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death, remorse or cowardice in suicide Oblivion overwhelmed them

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death, remorse or cowardice in suicide Oblivion overwhelmed them When the storm stopped,

The flocks of the demons was flying in the wind Death, remorse or cowardice in suicide Oblivion overwhelmed them When the storm stopped, they too were lost from the memory of the people...

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