Empty room and a silent breath
The storm has come to save us from eternal death
(Sometimes it's even darker)
Our shadows dance in the cradle made of Clay
The August shines (sort of) and still cries the May
The therapy, the cure, the lie,
Our shadows rampage in the open skies
This is salvation as it comes for us
The paths we run and the gates we pass
This is the end as it used to be
(My inner life for Aethernity)

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