Julie Christmas: Days left of fall, the dimming light falls Our fighting soldiers home to rest. And shadows watching out, To wage a raging war. A victory for all I see. Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. A history of dreams collide.
MOTA: You can see it on their faces, Smell it on their lips, A generation of ghosts, Lost and weak. Fade away. What little of love left within me, Has been bled dry... and buried.
Julie: Ashes crowd the air, as silence scars the air. A history of dreams collide. A fallen friend then speaks, A wasted round of dreams, A history of dreams collide.
MOTA: I will sing with the end of all things.
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