As we stand under pale gleaming stars
None that guided us long, long before
Unforgiven and thrown out by grief
Where reality fails, heavens open the door
Both to suffer and yet to enjoy
What was lost is now coming to birth
Not deprived anymore, not alone
Far from peace yet no more on the Earth
To belong is no more be enslaved
To forget is no more to be lost
Only wishes that we would be saved
From the darkness, whatever the cost
As we stand not alone anymore
Not in pain-giving, long dead reality
Our sickening souls will restore
At the end of all hope, and of cruelty…
At The End Of All Hope
© Copyright: Арнор, 2007
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