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In the calamity

No stone, no soul was left behind

Rock became dust, became darkness

We exiles herded toward hope

As the road fell apart at our heels

Racing forward, flying further

And still it's just over my shoulder

Racing forward, flying further

Afraid of Nothing

When the end comes

I'll hold on with strong hands

Until they break

If we're the last ones, my friends just hold on

I'm mountain against the storm

What a way to face despair

With nowhere left to run

My companions were ripped from my grasp

And torn asunder

The wait is killing me

After journeying so far

Our last hope is standing before me

Grasping for some sign of his purpose

When the end comes

I'll hold on with strong hands

Until they break

If we're the last ones, my friends just hold on

I'm mountain against the storm

They look like good, strong hands

I'll just sit and wait

Until there's Nothing left

I couldn't hold on

So, I too, will drift away