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Watching upon a lonely hill
Above a field of silent red, The ruin that lays before me Calls the lights of those now dead. Their minds are lost in duty And their souls embrace a love. For secretly they whisper To the powers high above. The glitter on my stained blade Reminds me of why I am here. Lost amidst the rain and cold, Forgotten among my fears. No happiness for the wanderer, Nor peace for the mournful eyes. Some day the land will find a calm And then some hope may rise. Though I tried, I have fallen In and out of grace. I'm so empty, I wish no one in my place. I'm so worn, Shattered beyond a trace. This is all I know... I turn my back on the suffering, To the burning and the slaughter, And walk away from the pain Along the silent river's water. I turned my back on my kin, On all that I once knew. This wrong that was brought to me Had replaced what I called true. Tears stream down my mourning eyes, Frozen crystal by the snow. My path is broken through the trees, And hate is all I know. I scream up to the lonely star In hopes it will hear my plea. "I'm sorry to all that has been lost. My soul, please forgive me." Though I tried, I have fallen, In and out of grace. I'm so empty, I wish no one in my place. I'm so worn, Shattered beyond a trace. This is all I know... Though we tried, All has fallen, In and out of grace. It's so empty, I wish no one in this place. Time's so worn, Shattered beyond a trace. Is this all we'll know?...
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