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Winds, I'm forever lost.

Tears, what is left to be seen?

My god, my god, what will I become?

I see no light...

Like a dying flower, in the season of grey.

Like the northern wind, in the land of dreams.

Like a solemn figure, in falling snow.

Like a bleeding statue... I lose my faith!!!

I hear a serenade...

But why this bitter end?

Why...?

"With mourning eyes, I gather tears."

Through this veil of thorns I fail to see...

what I believe!!!

A calling to a darker time.

"I stand in the gloominess in this stream of pain.

Dark tears leave my eyes as I watch the sunset."

Who will guide my shadow, to the burning sky?

Who will be my voice, when I speak no more?

Who will ease this burden, when all grief is gone?

Who will watch the night, where I belong...?

I hear a serenade...

But why this bitter end?

Why...?

Winds, I'm forever lost.

Tears, what is left to be seen?