Autumn - On the Verge of Existence | Текст песни

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• Autumn
• On the Verge of Existence

I still see the light…

So far away…

I still wait for something…

Somebody maybe comes…

The sounds are so hollow

But I still hear the song…

The hope croons

Some sorrowful melody

Somewhere, far away…

The door in front of me

With the key in my hand

I oldgrew my cold prison

My hindrance is my body

And now onto the ruins

Throwing of the heavy yoke

I paint with my blood

This sorrowful elegy

Somewhere, far away

Far away from me…

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