"Friday the 13th, 1980:
So I guess it's around here, it all begins.
Little boy Vincent, sprung from the very north of north.
.Raised by a pack of wolves, in the deepest of the forest.
.Got sick and tired of chewing on that same piece of wood
And decided this place wasn't big enough.
So he hopped on the back of an eagle,
And flew right down to the capital of the world.
-And it's here you meet him. In the the glittering lights
Of the steady traffic.
Adjusted to the thick pulse of the city, but still with soil
Under his fingernails.
He now rips your collar.
Holds you close, while he whispers sweet music in your ears.
Music that has never lived before,
But stained by the past,
Reincarnated to the present, while molding the future.
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Writer(s): Vincent Fred Pontare, Adam Per Hagstrand, Sophia Somajo, Alexander Schmidt, Jesaja Marskog, Mattias Hallqvist
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