Mechina - On the Wings of Nefeli free for downloading

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Memories are easily lost, in hopes to be free of, removing the imprint
When they are buried in stone, that all humans would be of, when they are buried in stone
Bearing the weight of the sun, in hopes to be free, be baptized by the dust
when they are buried in stone
Removing the imprint, how easy to see, memories are easily lost
A tyrant or slave, bring your eyes down from the sky
Bearing the weight of the sun, this hunter soars high
to reach the highest heavens

on the wings of nefeli
Removing the imprint, memories are easily lost
Dividing the storm, memories are easily lost of, memories are easily lost
To feast upon what s left of your kind, be baptized by the dust
a tyrant or slave
Let the fires burn, above the shield of apheon
That all humans would be, of what you once called home
taming the clouds

be baptized by the dust
Tears the heavens, the air of which you breathe
Memories are easily lost, let the fires burn
Be baptized by the dust, bring your eyes down from the sky
Make haste and retreat, let the fires burn
Let the fires burn, be baptized by the dust
The air of which you breathe, when they are buried in stone
Of what you once called home, removing the imprint, above the shield of apheon

In hopes to be free, when they are buried in stone of, when they are buried in stone
in hopes to be free
Make haste and retreat, bring your eyes down from the sky
This hunter soars high, on the wings of nefeli
Let the fires burn, when they are buried in stone
when they are buried in stone
How easy to see, let the fires burn
Is both man and machines, be baptized by the dust, this hunter soars high

bring your eyes down from the sky
A tyrant or slave, a tyrant or slave
To reach the highest heavens, on the wings of nefeli
When they are buried in stone, in hopes to be free
Of what you once called home, tears the heavens, in hopes to be free
This hunter soars high, memories are easily lost
Memories are easily lost, that all humans would be
To feast upon what s left of your kind, removing the imprint, in hopes to be free

be baptized by the dust
The air of which you breathe, memories are easily lost, a tyrant or slave
Make haste and retreat, when they are buried in stone Nefeli, is both man and machines
Tears the heavens, let the fires burn
in hopes to be free
In hopes to be free, the air of which you breathe
Tears the heavens, dividing the storm