• Black are these tears of the demons, crying without reason.
    Gold are these tears of the dreamers, crying to keep from screaming.
    Love makes us forget, fear makes us regret, that us lovers met.
    They hunt for the meaning, something to keep believing, something to stop the bleeding.
    They hunt for what they feel is right, for which they fight on this moonlit night.
    Silver blood decorates the ground, their swords slash without a sound.
    Demons don't breathe nor weep, and Dreamers don't die nor sleep.
    They are so different, yet they unite as one, and they all know, that this battle of life has only begun.
    Demons and Dreamers love without reason, never finding ways, to stop believing.

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