| Snow capped skies
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| Standing by while cities
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| Perish in the reaches of the deep
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| Bloodlines fall
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| Lost it all, the pain of
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| Severing the bond we had as three
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| Here in a sanctum long abandoned
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| Unto the tinder falls a spark
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| I have a holy call to answer
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| To be an angel of the dark
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| So I will pray for death to take you
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| With my own cold and weary hands
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| And you’ll arise reborn of ashes
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| Before the fire fades again
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| Close your eyes
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| Fire must die, and I will
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| Reap your embered spirit to survive
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| Let us rest
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| Never test the darkness
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| Keeping our own winter dream alive
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| Here in a sanctum long abandoned
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| Unto the tinder falls a spark
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| I have a holy call to answer
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| To be an angel of the dark
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| So I will pray for death to take you
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| With my own cold and weary hands
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| And you’ll arise reborn of ashes
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| Before the fire fades again
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| One chosen path
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| A silent, tranquil
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| End without the purging fire
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| Fade to black like our desire
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| You’ve come too far
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| Unkindled like
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| I was before I saw the answer
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| To our rotting, hollow cancer
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| Now you have seen the father’s anguish
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| Atop a painted glacier’s peak
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| You’ve heard the tales of ash before you
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| From timeless legends that they speak
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| If you can listen now to reason
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| Then take the whispers to the heart
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| Forget this cold and black consumption
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| Forget this angel of the dark
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| Here in a sanctum long abandoned
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| Unto the tinder falls a spark
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| I have a holy call to answer
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| To be an angel of the dark
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| So I will pray for death to take you
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| With my own cold and weary hands
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| And you’ll arise reborn of ashes
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| Before the fire fades again |