| Let the sands of time fall down, on the remains of a sunken world
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| You will rest eternally in silence
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| Close your tired eyes
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| Let yourself fall asleep in my arms, mesmerized like sleepers in grave
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| I will take you away from this world, don’t be scared and take my hand
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| When the norns cut your weakened thread,
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| and shed their tears on your glorious grave
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| Your lifeless eyes will get lost across desert valleys
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| Let the night come in calm, let yourself fall asleep in my arms
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| Ghost of light bound to sorrow
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| Enthralled on the threshold of a triumphant death
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| I will place the winter in your pale and dying heart
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| The burning clouds, slaves of your dusk,
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| and the ravens will outshine your empty sky
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| Slowly you rot to your grave
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| Don’t try to escape of your sure damnation
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| I will take you away, I’ll turn you into dust
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| Don’t be afraid and take my hand,
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| when the crows sing your baleful song
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| Asleep forever in these long nights
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| We will mourn together the dreaded silence
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| We will have been yearned by the sun
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| The soil waits you
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| I kneel facing your shadows singing
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| the ancient hymn of the morning star
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| She won’t guide me anymore,
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| eternally spellbound by this sad and tragical song
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| This sad and tragical song
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| This sad song |