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Feeble Soul (Reflexion)

Wash away all the weakness Feeble soul will rise and bloom When the dark descends The seducing torment of pain Wakes the spirit untamed Tonight there's nothing to lose Burn in the flames of unpredictable truth Or share the trail of everlasting gloom The lonesome one in the arms of darkness The ray of light that hurts like hell Once the feast begins There is no simples truth And the light of day Ruins the glory of rain