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such wisdom is too delicate to touch

as the dark water closes in

tears of blood fill the streets again

we shall not regain our strength

in our sleep we have only one

chance to glorify the ghosts

of the brave

you always think about your life

as such a living sacrifice

but when your time is up

there will be no chance again

there is no time for an apology

go seek the trees for the safety

there is no sand in my hands

the forests with no canopy

this is my life

its a matter of time

as we stand alone

we overcome

our darkest days are over

such wisdom is too delicate to touch

as the dark water closes in

tears of blood fill the streets again

we shall not regain our strength

in our sleep we have only one

chance to glorify the ghosts

of the brave

you always think about your life

as such a living sacrifice

but when your time is up

there will be no chance again

everything dies

nothing will live

everything dies

everything will be mine