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I take my pain and transform it into pleasure

For there is a price to pay for every luxury and leisure

Without losing a part of me

How will I see heaven?

For there is always a price to pay

For food, you must first shed the blood of a raven

This world will turn every dust to gold

But it will burn you alive, leaving you numb and cold

Hellfire and snowstorms you must have to endure

You can only fight, you must, for there is no other cure

Those wings laced on your back

So ivory, so white

This world will strip you naked

Drape your feathers in blood, kill you with every bite

That stardust that shone your eyes away

Will leave you blind and lead you astray

The loyalty of blood demands every inch

To own a castle, you must abandon your ditch

You can not be an angel and desire to live in hell

To sit at the throne, you must first escape your cell

You must sell your soul to the devil

You must learn how to bend

To become the king of kings

Your head should adorn a symbol of end

Your crown must be studded with jewels

Not for every heart you must have once mended

But what it should symbolize, every studded jewel

Is every single life you must have once ended

They ask for a battle

You must swear to give them war

Or you could sit back and relax

Enjoy from afar

But you don't become legends 

By sitting on leaves like dew

You must rain like hell

You must tear

Far more than you can sew

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