We're dying,
our souls are leaving us.
The dark means sight,
the bodies hide.
We wander through
the noman's land
The shadows us,
we don't have aim,
Where Sun is death
and Moon is pain.
Creator's one
who gave us birth,
He shouldn't have set
the souls in us.
He's met his death
on bloody knees,
Don't try to hide from us
in dark, where no man shall live.
He's set the souls and now we are
we're dying...
The song of dying shadows
© Copyright: Tearslake, 2003
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