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Biographies found in victory's nest Spinning tales of poor Neanderthals Before fire brings its rest Speak of virgin retreats, curled and black Succumbing to the stationary Progress falls prey to the wind A tree falls in the forest Will she turn to face the noise? Glory, grab your guns! The crime scene meets the black light Shows her silky spider drapes Glory, grab your guns! The fire pits blaze in the deep and dark Throwing spectre films for glassy stares Against rocky walls so stark Whisper smoky shadows to the living dead While revelation waits just outside To be claimed and thrown away Response to the flame Divides cherry and ash From Letras Mania