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Guardians of many faces howling at the waning moon

Crying for the dying daisies

Messenger, a divination, ravenously flying back

Has a thousand tricks up his sleeve

Guiding you across the river, takes you to the other side

Once a fable, now a common myth

Teaching one a way of living, another what they must unlearn

To become a witch they cannot burn

Oh, they cannot climb up all the walls

That you have left behind

Oh, you have to fly across the sky again

to not become a prey

You can see the evil in their eyes as they sing!

You were made for hungering,

you and all the beasts

Fear and all the ignorance will

fuel their fire

Linger on the sky above to gather the crowds

The sign to rid their daughters and their sons of all doubt

Keeping them company while gazing at the sky

The Witch holding their hand is but an Angel defiled

Hide away what you may,

in the dark the gleaming eyes see you anyway

One more night the town may dream in their sleep

Days to come may bring nightmares

Every waning moon

the witch will bring you one lost memory

Dancing with her groom,

growing wings to cross the sky

You can see the evil in their eyes as they sing!

You were made for hungering,

you and all the beasts

Fear and all the ignorance will

fuel their fire

Linger on the sky above to gather the crowds

The sign to rid their daughters and their sons of all doubt

Keeping them company while gazing at the sky

The Witch holding their hand is but an Angel like a Witch amongst you.

Angel Defiled!