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IN RUINS…

So let’s built the walls, these times of sin

Let’s hear the call, what’s left of our kin

Let’s follow the path, see with blood it’s marked

Keep following, following the path

This is our own last march

Let time be our stones

Upon dreams let’s put our thrones

Upon future hopes place ourselves

A crown of ruins upon our head

There was message

The echoes of a song travelled through the air

Some dreaming ghosts still linger there.

Only wind now knows who shed the final tear

Who conquered his greatest fear? Who climbed and reached so near

Whose grave could be one step from here?

To the wind that once held his voice and dried his tears

To the remains of a tune that someone had whispered here

I see the ghost of someone closing near

I was your father and you will be my son

I was you and you will be me, he is here to pass the torch

One more chance and the dice is cast

Turn the page, be free at last, but the road is hidden still…so…

 …So let’s built the walls, these times of sin

Let’s hear the call, what’s left of our kin

Let’s follow the path, see with blood it’s marked

Keep following, following the path

This is our own last march

So high stands the mountain against the sky

If you also say so alone, it won’t be a lie

So let’s play our part in this never ending song

And let the story be told again and again

So let the sand be gold in our eyes,

Believe as lies all the distant and desperate cries

Turn our head, the final step, the final fall

A blind king stands in his golden halls…