| Surrounded by dark and cold stone I am
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| What is this place? |
| What am I doing here?
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| All is silent, all is so still
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| I feel the stones coldness against my back
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| Am I awake or is this a dream?
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| I cannot tell, my eyes see nothing at all
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| Am I alive or is this my death?
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| I feel no wind, nor can I hear any sounds
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| The air is so cold, the air is so damp
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| Oh could it be I am inside my own tomb?
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| Is this the end of my existence?
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| I cannot see; |
| darkness is everywhere
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| Numb by the pain, I try to move
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| From my bed of stone, from this cold lonely vault
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| I must escape, I have to get out
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| Slowly I arise
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| …No memories…
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| Suddenly I see a glimpse of light
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| I slowly move towards the enticing light
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| …The light…
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| So distant and pale blue it glows
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| It seems to fade away before my very eyes
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| …No memories…
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| I walk through the dark
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| I must reach the light
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| Before it disappears into the pitch black
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| That surrounds me
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| Tired steps, stumbling on
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| Through the dark, for the light
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| I’m getting closer
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| I’m almost there
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| Will it reveal the truth?
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| Show me where I am?
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| Bleeding steps, from the dark, finally I am there
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| Out from the dark, into the light
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| I stand outside, feeling the wind on my face
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| My body aches, my mind is tired
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| With fear I gaze on the landscape before my eyes
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| In ruins it lays, a forsaken place
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| A desolate ground under the stars up above
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| In silence I stand, staring alone
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| Into the night sky… |