| Darkness falls, drawing shades of frightful shapes
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| Smothering your grace from its blackened womb
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| Wasting your light among scattered swarms of fireflies
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| Into this lonely realm, the murk devour your scarce hope
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| Facing your own shadows, you hide from your fears
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| All alone, amid shadows of dread that swallows you
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| You gaze the weak light trails that surround you
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| Your life is sinking in its entrails,
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| your triumphs go away like winters defeated
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| The old empty words are dispersed by the wind
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| Entrenched behind of silent walls
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| Glimmers of hope covered by dust, lit by the flame of a dim light
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| Into this lonely realm, the murk devour your scarce hope
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| Facing your own shadows, you hide from your fears
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| In this gloomy room of sheer loneliness, your demons haunt you forever
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| You can´t remember when this eon of
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| shades began, nor when your life began to be
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| Mere remnants of scattered lights
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| Distorted images of broken mirrors
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| Silently, you rock at the edge of this abyss
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| In the seclusion of your solitary fortress,
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| just one step to fall in the black womb of light |