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Lyrics
A war-prisonner of a dream,
will I came back from there?
Will I hold out
the task to be an angel?
There was a crown on my road,
there was a rotten-toothed laughing death.
But this is my game --
the task to be an angel.
For you it's a sprint, but it's a marathon for me.
My dream to die as a child
stepped back and at its place came
the task to be an angel.
And that is all I know.
Do not think there's something special
hidden in my mysterious eyes except
the task to be an angel.