Cold wind plucks the string of sorrow
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in a deep and silent forest
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There's no one to caress the wound
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of a dying goddess
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Imprisoned in ancient stones
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in a bittersweet eternity
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while the lashing wings of angels
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pour grief to the ground
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New gods came to the land
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presence of a prayer in the distance
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as teh memories of a forlorn time
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are fading with the sun
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Bleeding forever with the Earth
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embraced by cold tranquility
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die alone in agony
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Fading With The Sun
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| Even Song |
