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Take away,
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind, blows out my candles.
Feeling, only fear, without any hope.

Chorus
A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars, the candle burns in the womb.

We trie not to forget, they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.

Chorus

We trie not to forget, they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.

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