| Gone is the flame
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| Smoldering the ashes
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| A flickering fades into my eyes
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| Pursued by the howling of life
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| The shadows cast by fading pyre
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| At the hour of twilight stand guard
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| For creatures lurk in deepest dark
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| Waiting for the light to grow sparse
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| Their hopelessness, the endless mist
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| As long as I breathe they are mine
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| So I beg of the wind for a whisper to my fallen kin
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| But their shadows on the trees are nothing but a fantasy
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| So distant the calling of forgotten dreams
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| How they yearn and beg for release
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| I stand idle as they all are crushed by the turning of destiny’s wheel
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| A nomad of the wasteland journeys through the fog
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| Where my feet have trodden, deepest are the bogs
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| Where the wind is howling its song I wade through the snow
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| A journey of the heart, no path can take me where I go
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| I am a withered wanderer, wayward are my goals
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| Lost in ancient forests, crystallised by souls
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| Was my burden once an honour, it’s reduced to plight
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| In this fortress of the mind I have been haunting all my life
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| Beyond the great golden divide
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| A cadence frail so warmly strikes
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| For whom it fades the soul divides
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| Forever gone to where the daylight died
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| Fixed on the horizon ever is my gaze
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| Bitterly I stride on, blinded by the haze
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| Is it dawn or will the dusk fall, I’ll never know
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| For the darkness that surrounds me is reminiscent of my own
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| The mist envelops ruins, (their) purpose lost in time
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| Statues in seclusion, empty are their eyes
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| How I long to find a reason this world to endure
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| But all I see are corpses of those who were lost —
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| Before…
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| The cadence frail now slowly fades
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| A formless pale steps from the shade
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| And whispers to my mind:
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| «The time has come to leave your shape behind»
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| Oh flame of life, mother regret
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| Have mercy on this fallen wretch
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| Grant me the strength to travel on
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| And reach the hall to where the raven guides
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| My body’s too cold to move on, in one final act of defiance
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| My feet stand steadfast in the snow but the frostbite takes its final toll
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| I heave my hands towards the sky and sound my final forlorn cry
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| I plead and beg the sky for mercy
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| As my heart is freezing slowly, I embrace the storm
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| And as I die I see the veil lifted by the sun |