Album: We...The Enlightened

The past... so harsh
The memories
So real... so painful

Come and take me
I'm reaching my end
...Falling...
The oblation to cease

As I die
I trust myself in hands of death
The sky I embrace

On golden wings
I am the unknown sky

The realms
Of love and hate
Grief and joy
...Sins...

Sins, I'm made of...
And darkened dreams
My darkened eyes
My darkened dreams
...Sins...

Your arms are open
I gaze inside
The night stands restless
She feels the signs
...Of my sins...

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