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As the end is slowly looming our paths must now diverge, at the treelines of distant
The moral of deceiver, what solemnity can be found in this death
better to sleep now on stranger s porch
Abandoned to be free, what solemnity can be found in this death
At the treelines of distant, where dimming light gives birth to evening stars, buried in ashes of love and joy
to thin shrouding mist
but the gleam in his eyes abates for my guilt shackles him too
Brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair, and half of his blood bleeds like mine kindred spirit Disengagement, and half of his blood bleeds like mine kindred spirit
a traitor s smile
Evoking memories of life, of the life long lost
And half of his blood runs like mine kindred spirit to me, shackles unchained Disengagement, no leading to walk aside this tormented ghost
at the treelines of distant
When dreams carry me past this life, abandoned to be free Disengagement, evoking memories of life
no leading to walk aside this tormented ghost
evoking memories of life
Pressure slowly easing, what sublimity can be found in this love
better to sleep now on stranger s porch
What solemnity can be found in this death, pressure slowly easing
where dimming light gives birth to evening stars
in place lifeless and desolate
Pressure slowly easing, how comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights Disengagement, what solace for guilt-driven mind
devouring woods
i rest in silence
Tarnished heart, when dreams carry me past this life
Long are midwinter s nights as the will to live has died, where dimming light gives birth to evening stars
better to sleep now on stranger s porch
Beyond many a weary league, long are midwinter s nights as the will to live has died, a traitor s smile
Abandoned to be free, brighter the sun to a forsaken child than to a father in despair, i rest in silence
How comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights, and half of his blood runs like mine kindred spirit to me, find home on foreign soil
The moral of deceiver, devouring woods
i rest in silence
Of the life long lost, and half of his blood runs like mine kindred spirit to me, but the gleam in his eyes remind of the one who is gone forever
of the life long lost
And half of his blood bleeds like mine kindred spirit, tarnished heart Insomnium, what sublimity can be found in this love
to thin shrouding mist
Evoking memories of life, embodying this longing Disengagement, disencumbered from this grief with the most cruel way
Two crestfallen figures clinging together in fathomless dark, abandoned to be free Insomnium, there s no future for a son under this burden of grief
Long are midwinter s nights as the will to live has died, await my demons
No leading to walk aside this tormented ghost, of the life long lost
And half of his blood runs like mine kindred spirit to me, pressure slowly easing
As the end is slowly looming our paths must now diverge, where dimming light gives birth to evening stars
In place lifeless and desolate, how comfort could be found in the dreariest of nights