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All the magic has gone from the world

All the visions are blurred, lost or maimed

I am ready to be gone

I am ready to travel on

In my blood moves an ocean

Now the pain becomes a trickle

I am ready to be gone, travel on

I am ready to travel home

Witness the process

This is the eternal burial

Your time is running out now

And there is nothing I can do

I bring a ring to remember

And a noise made by wolves

And as I turn to walk away

It draws me back again and again

Through the sound of music

They can reach your mind

Through the sound of music

They can reach your mind

This is the eternal burial

This is the eternal burial

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me die

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me die