Tis shame that would derive us,
from -a- life -untamed,
only to bring up memories,
of deep remorse and thickened pain.
From wrongs that just can't be undone,
and leave us like the setting sun,
only to be lost in darkness,
we fight the battle not yet won.
Withstand the night till morn'
as the sun gives birth and the day is born,
surrender in the arms of the forgiving light,
and know that everything'll be allright,
The weight-of-the-world's on your shoulders no more,
twas the Angel's of death that have shown you the door,
walk through it now..as deep you know,
that this is the final path that you must go.
As Rage and mortality release from your feet,
your life is left behind you,
it suffers defeat.
Though your body lies dead,
your soul will live on,
Because God sold your spirit...
to be part of the dawn.
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