Take away, These hands of darkness. Reaching for my soul. Now, the cold wind, Blows out my candles. Feeling, Only fear, Without any hopr. A thousand dark moons. A thousand winters long. A million fallen stars, The candle burns in the womb. We trie not to forget, They live through us. Slowly they die away at every candle's end A thousand dark moons. A thousand winters long. A million fallen stars, The candle burns in the womb. We trie not to forget, They live through us. Slowly they die away at every candle's end
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