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Music: T. |
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Gustafsson, |
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U. Gustafsson |
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Lyrics: R. |
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Olson In dream of darkest grief |
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I see the thoughts stand as trees |
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As crimson scars are breaking through |
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The frozen skies where |
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I have my moon |
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Through the dark |
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I try to walk |
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Where no one can hear the words |
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I talk A wind of cleansing cold caressed the mournful sight |
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That was my last |
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Glowing before my distant eyes a livid moonlight seems so wise |
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Haunting every thought that passed in beckons me |
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To seek the vast |
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Sad fog over sinister runes |
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All the dim is clear for me but still |
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I can not touch what |
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I see The glade |
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I have reached is calm and cold |
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All the hidden should be told |
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But where is relief now when |
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I am here |
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When I am come through all these years |
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Grey veils lies before my hands where the runes of my fate stands |
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Stalking through the ended nights |
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My funeral fire shines to the skies |
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I burn into ashes to meet my moon |
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Through sad fog over sinister runes |
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The flames caressed me into mist, extinguished my thoughts to resist |
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An abyss opened under me, sorrows gave me to my dreams |
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Now when all paths back are lost, |
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I can feel the falling frost |
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Forever to be shunned inside remembranch which is not mine |
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When thoughts are cold and all horizons ends to glow |
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My shadows melts into a silent lake |
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Where frozen streams shall flow |
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All I see is light above that vanishes through the dim |
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Now I close my eyes into the past |
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To drown through the dark and grim |
