| Frightened I’m awaiting and bleeding here to see
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| The hour, the hour that it grasps for me
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| A gentle touch is freezing my soul
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| Discharging my heart
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| So that an empty shell resides
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| But I’ll be willing and already
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| Left all things of value behind
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| Even my emotions
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| Even my crown
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| Gained in ecstasy
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| I move forward
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| Let death take its mastery
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| We change the sites
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| Now I’m the one
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| Waiting behind
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| I was never worth holding
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| The sceptre in my hand
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| And the reaper proudly wears
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| The crown again and again
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| To me dead is a blessing
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| Opening new chances
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| Reuniting me with the
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| Realms I touched
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| So many years ago
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| The cage that once held
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| Me before will embrace me again
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| We should learn to accept death…
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| As it is…
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| As a noble gift
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| That saves us from the arrogance
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| Breeding within the human soul
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| It teaches us that we’re just dust
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| Under universe’s feet
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| So the abyss calls me
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| Here at the crest I stand
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| And from my point of view
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| It’s like a call
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| The whisper
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| Of a beloved one |