What lurks in Eternal Silence?
Fragments of shattered glass,
And a black wind high above,
Again, crooked mirrors pass?
A dried-up stream of life
Won’t break cheap encounters,
In which I'll be alone,
In which I won’t save from harm
The fragments of a trembling soul,
They won’t let me take them along.
And in this gloomy hush,
My new hero will arise.
He’ll bring hope’s bright light
And guide me by his side
To where there’s no more pain,
To where I’ll live again.
Resuscitate.
Resuscitate
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