In our every moment With our every breath Even far away Your eyes are ways Disputing my darkness
In your darkest hour With the dying sun Preying all alone Your lips the downfall Colouring my days
As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate
In your every moment Lays a cruel fate Even from a distance Your hands of doom Disquieting my darkness
As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate
Release my pain
Widowed in the whiteness pure Clouded captive by the Moon
As if in a spring of rage Your fury and beauty would incarnate
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