| Stars, no message, worn by barren prayers
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| Apocalyptic skies where our fatal fates are blurred
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| We plead for more light of distant stars,
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| but their brightness fades in the blackness forever
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| We move away as falling, falling stars
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| We close our eyes with fear, too fear
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| We walk between water and mud
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| Into this dark moor of obsidian lakes
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| Beneath the mantle of mystic darkness
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| Our prayers shall drown in a grief as deep as our grave
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| We shed the light of our shames
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| We exhale the last breath among tears of absent glances
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| Our world faints towards despair
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| Heirs of sorrow, orphans of hope
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| Wailing with wrath that we have been born to lose
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| Stars, eternal lights in distance, oracles of time
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| Hidden by a blinding sun
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| We plead for more light of distant stars,
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| but their brightness fades in the blackness forever
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| We move away as falling, falling stars
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| We close our eyes with fear, too fear |