updraft by Albosel

Send it down
Send it down, another time
Send it round and round so we can die
Lightning strikes and I can't feel my head

Static ground
Ebb and flow like swords of my enemy
All the sprites are spent for another year
All my energys stuck in wind sheer

Whirling death, from my wings come something you can't see
buried deep, a dump of memory
Solid ground a varied entity

Send it down
Send it down, another time
Send it round and round so we can die
Lightning strikes and I can't feel my head

• Alternative
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• Nottingham