Away from my world, far off those worries
Past pray to the dawn, in my land of memories
Tearing apart my loneliness, from high above those trees
Rushes down the wind; In, welcomes me the breeze
Smothering away their faith, my eyes lie to my host
Of my last moments, My time to be a ghost
'You'll smile, forever', rings your words round my ear
On this battlefield of death, nowhere breaths any fear
Is it the usual blow, or is someone whispering
With the sense of the cold, from where came the wind
Like someone's summoning me, Surely it's you
We met, first beneath, But now over this blue!
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