See, the cold takes hold, birds are flying by
For a million years they go
The storm is crying out, my batteries out
See, I'm getting older
Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day
Tears are sweet, and, oh, I feel the sighs around
Of the tattered wings of death
All the guardians are silent now
Can you hear me mourning?
Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day
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