We are the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind... The strangeness of awekening is an oh so silent world Breathlessly waiting for the first proud beams of light As the hours grow longer and the shadows never fall My sky has forsaken me My desperation grows Bring me the light in the darkness that never ends the dawn will never come punish my heaven We have arrived at the outermost crossroads The charge of cosmos at our atmospheric skies will cause our fall If I had wings, would I be forgiving? If I had horns, would there be flames to shy my smile? Hymns of loss are heard from the masses in the streets Praising the last of days I punish Bring me the night in the fires that never end The dawn will never come Punish me heaven The charge of cosmos Charging at us from unearthly distance I challenge the universe It's the choice between heaven and hell My soul bears all the weight of mountains As mankind weaves its silent end Can there be no forgiveness? I curse the heaven above me As the light sinks through my outstretched fingers Fading in my open arms Make each tear in my bare hands a lifetime in hell On this last day of light when our autumn leaves fell And as heaven itself commands me our of its lair My face lined with darkness I'll go!
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