Left in Eternity
Many winged stars, folding wings like paper for the crisp sound of night
Far, far, far away
No hand is seen, but the paint is spread
Burning the edges of galaxies, waking life to the masterpiece
Under the mind of the sleepy young
Our hearts brim with fire
Our souls burn in song
Forward and onward the march long begun
Winds of the black crescent, sighing voice like cold ice across the cold distance
Gone in the night
All eyes have seen, that the light has an end
Eternity breaking, where spirits amend
Far, far, far away
No hand is seen, but the paint is spread
Burning the edges of galaxies, waking life to the masterpiece
Under the mind of the sleepy young
Our hearts brim with fire
Our souls burn in song
Forward and onward the march long begun
Winds of the black crescent, sighing voice like cold ice across the cold distance
Gone in the night
All eyes have seen, that the light has an end
Eternity breaking, where spirits amend
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