| Cold serenity
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| We gather around while you sleep
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| Blue becomes you
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| You have grown young again
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| You felt the victory
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| You saw the end of the war
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| But the victory was fallacy
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| Calm before the final storm
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| Snow turns into tears
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| Hear the bells tolling for you
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| You feel the pain no more
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| We bring you back home
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| Tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Still walking through the white halls?
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| Have you reach the pack of the gone?
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| Tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Tell me, it’s not just void
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| An endless dark
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| Our silent parade in echoes of the pathos
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| Your empty shell we carry but you’re far gone
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| Tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Still walking through the white halls?
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| Have you reach the pack of the gone?
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| Tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Tell me, it’s not just void
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| An endless dark
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| Under the pale trees
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| The end of your journey
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| Winter surrenders to wind from the south
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| Let the sun lighten your way
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| Shining through the final day
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| We turn the page without you
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| Like you always wanted
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| We lay you down to rest
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| That’s the way it should be
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| But tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Still walking through the white halls?
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| Have you reach the pack of the gone?
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| Tell me what is out there beyond?
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| Tell me, it’s not just void
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| An endless dark |