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A wild whisper to the wind

Minute hand on the hour

A count of three

From the church bell tower

When silence bears its stride

Absent day in the black of night

A fear instilled inside

Those who search for warmth in light

Yet through it all

We stand so tall

A smile twisted in vain

That set insight might see to strain

A thick array of false reign

To plague and tune the mind in shade

The winter frost burns bright

A blazing crimson fire

To signify the end

As the flames leap higher

When shadows split the sky

And all that’s left is a fleeting cry

A fear instilled inside

Those who know that the end is nigh

Yet through it all

We stand so tall

A smile twisted in vain

That set insight might see to strain

A thick array of false reign

To plague and tune the mind in shade

Take all that you lead in sake of rite

Take your chance and ride into the night

Beyond the shadows, beneath the soul

We are

We are

The fallen remains of a dying star

We take

We take

The life longing for a beating heart

A smile twisted in vain

That set insight might see to strain

A thick array of false reign

To plague and tune the mind in shade

Take all that you lead in sake of rite

Take your chance and ride into the night