Our life flourished amid a brown Mother Earth
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Broke through the rocks, broke through straight towards the sun
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Stygian light winks through the clouds
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Retched into this heart of mine
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Shines onto my life from nothingness
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And I ravished the rays of sunshine
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Unfinished we participate in the run of life, our inner strife
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Hidden inside us the need to end, to end our pain
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One with nature, spoilt, without a zest for life
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Sparkling bodies embraced by ebony nights
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"Sometimes all our words are inadequate for the burden of our hearts"
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Once ashes we will be and still the hunger for a new life
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Or a soon coming death
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And the dust we will crumble to will be the companion
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Of the four winds wailing over our souls
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The ashes still the hunger of a new coming death
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The dust is the companion of the four winds from our hearts
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Fields Of Ashes
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| Evereve |
