I am the last breath of the moon upon the passing seasons...Fades the rising sun of doom at blood of death and treason...Digging the fallen skull of God from quest of truth and reason...Roaming upon the nowhere miles - freedom remains my prison...
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Slowly and coldly the nights roll to day, This dim mist covers my frosty city; With your warm touch blowing all cold away, you will hold my hands for eternity...
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The night is growing really dark, the wind is blowing strong; Whereon the blue-birds in the sky roam numb with silent tongues; There walking down the path I saw alone I've traveled long; Some autumn leafs, some summer streets - some rain will bear my song...