My life fades, my visions dim
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all that remains are memories
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I remember a time of chaos
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time of war
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as men began to feed on man
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only the scavengers survived
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gone now, swept away
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for reasons long forgotten
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touched of a blase
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which engulfed them all
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a firestorm of fear
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the answer is written in their bones
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all life ends
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I remember an old man
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griping my wrist, he was dying
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"imagine", he said
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"looking into the eyes of a nova,
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the bursting flames, the roar of it's energy
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frintly echoing down the corridors of time,
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whispering: all life ends
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"death, he said "is like a bolt of lightning,
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Light cast upon every secret,
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just for a moment, till the last spark of life fades
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and all is dark..."
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then he breathed out his last breath into my ear
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his gaze already way out among the stars...
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among the ruins of the past
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I shelter from the storm
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my mind is numb from the lonliness
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and the rain that never stops
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this wasteland, once a beautiful place
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where trees and flowers grew
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where deer, and squirells had their home
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now rotting are their bones
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Where raging waters grind the earth
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I go to end my days
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the sea that witnessed mankinds birth
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shall watch us die again
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black and deep,
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empty of life
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as in the heaven so below
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the sun has now forever set
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and bids our time to go
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I am tired
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and I fear not
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the cold that now descends
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as light grows dim, I bid farewell
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all life ends
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I am leaving now, my body stiff
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just watching for a while
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that rigid shell, so small and weak
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a corpse on a broken cliff
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the stars are calling me now
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with distant, speechless voices
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and caught by a wind I drift away
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and nothing calls me to stay...
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I am ridint the wind that has no name,
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the fire that burns without a flame
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caught by the spell on which all depends,
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all life ends
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the answer is written in my bones,
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all life ends
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All Life Ends
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At the Gates |