Moving away from night.
Descending backwards
Through the sleepless black
Washing the fire inglare
The small (...) in the distance
Breathing with emptiness
Filled with columns of winter and night
The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain
The stinging sensation remains
Of hungry eyes, nurturing the pain
It burned!
The return (...)
Watching, watching, the (...) man
Through soot-smeared glass, (...) descent
Your heart is barrenflame
You keep it above your head
Like a torch gone black
You dig in the dark
You dig in the dark
She spoke to me like hope was real
That peace was something I could feel

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