Close your eyes, embrace the silence
For your heart shall never feel again
Your withered hands, wet with tears
But cry not my son, you shall never die
For your heart shall never feel again
Your withered hands, wet with tears
But cry not my son, you shall never die
Rising cold, the thunders roll in
From east to west, encircling in blazing
Silence
Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages
Eternal life awaits
Sweet respite, evoking beauty
All this time, echoes far from sleep
Your lucid mind, frenzied sound
And black now your sun, sinking in the skies
Rising cold, the thunders roll in
From east to west, encircling in blazing
Silence
Your wreath, shall be woven through the ages
Eternal life awaits
All I see is the flickering of flames
Roaring down stream
All I taste is the salt of ancient seas
Lay me to rest
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