| I brought fire to the gates of heaven
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| Enraptured by the coldest of hearts
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| Tales of it’s worship
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| The words that echoed in vain
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| «I am the empty»
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| I whispered Goodbye
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| My voice carried by the wind
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| Finds its way to you, will you listen?
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| My words burn with the sun
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| Will they be heard, or will it be shunned?
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| All life and dreams, lost over-night
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| The moon rose a flood too high this time
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| Losing hope in the tragic tide
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| The words that echoed in vain
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| «I am the empty»
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| I whispered Goodbye
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| To remain non-existent
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| Revel in irrelevance
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| Your bitter reflection, your mind is straying
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| The soul misdirected, your departure, betraying
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| Your world is falling down, I’ve come to reclaim my crown
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| Your eyes, open today
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| I will be there, I cannot stay
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| Voice of reason, heed the call
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| Ash like snow, prayers fall |