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(1 of 3) Turning Point
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Gothic I hear the flutter of wings in the night
The sound of hundreds taking their flight
Igniting fear of what I know will come
Tired of running, it's time to succumb
Off in the distance coming this way
Anytime now I'll see their soiree
The night sky going dark in my eye
Life as I know it will soon die
There they are with me all alone
My heart beats fast and I let out a groan
One swoops down, and I lose all control
As it bites my neck and drinks from my soul
My eyes turn black and my skin goes pale
Getting a scent of air that smells slightly stale
Feeling a cold ache at the base of my spine
Then turning so hot, oh it feels so divine
They all turn and fly off towards the moon
I know in my being I will follow them soon
Our thoughts and desires all intertwined
For I am now and forever one of their kind
