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Stories of dying

Never get to you until it is too late

No use in crying

Should have said your prayers long before last gate

Frail deeds might have danced, in the green of bay

Blind eyes could have blazed, but in tears you will stay

Wheels of the time turn forever

The stories stay the same, we kneel and we pray

Twilight of the age should burn and rave

There's no one left to save, we rage the dying of the light

Why is it hard?

To live with passion always say what's on your mind

No shame in feelings, they are the only key to life without blight

Last thing you will see, it's not light it's dark

Fools won't disagree, and go straight through the arcs

Wheels of the time turn forever

The stories stay the same, we kneel and we pray

Twilight of the age should burn and rave

There's no one left to save, we rage the dying of the light

Last thing you will see, it's not light it's dark

Fools won't disagree, and go straight through the arcs

Wheels of the time turn forever

The stories stay the same, we kneel and we pray

Twilight of the age should burn and rave

There's no one left to save, and human is a slave

Don't dig your own grave, but rage the dying of the light