Eagles circle the sky
Over the peaks and pass
The world turns to stone
Trying to make this feeling last
Over the peaks and pass
The world turns to stone
Trying to make this feeling last
Death waits on the surface
Life remains in the cracks
The sun burns our faces
The stones are cold on our back
Turning circles in our eyes
Trying to make this feeling last
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