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See the end.

See the end.



See the time which flows too swift for you to catchAnd the end of all life hurling close as you watch
With no strength and no reason to stop both
As your world has collapsed in the ashes of loath

An empty panel with nothing to attach

See the love which dies again in your lone heart
And the pain which stabs your well scarred back
With no power and no hope to love again
As your life betrayed you until the very end

A sorrow curse which made you crack

See the will falling under all the mountains he had carried
And the fear emerging from the depths it was buried
With no faith and no resolve to ever lock it in
As your dreams all now crumble like they were a sin

A fight you never could have won and yet you harried
Feel the light that dies too far for you to see

And the darkness which engulfs all life with all his glee
With no end and no defeat it corrupts all he sees fit
As your eyes no longer see from the darkness that it bit
An eternity where you will never be again free

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See the path that lays ahead of you my child
For the pain you have endured is not mild
When the sorrow and the torment will end at last
You will be a hero in this world so fallen and so vast

An end to the war you thought so long and wild

See the light you always have inside of you
And the hope you nurtured and all reason too
With the end approaching you will not stand falling
As your dreams awoken and your fate now calling

An eternity of love and joy and I`ll be there too

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See the way I see my life for once and all
There is no hope that`s left inside my wall
There is no life I wish to live and see fulfilled
As there is no love, no way to get me thrilled

An empty room I was before my everlasting fall

See the way I saw the world when I had lived
As an empty canvas ready to be filled

With no colors and no brushes just with black and white
And the light was blinding so I chose to hide

And I saw the edge and I went that way
Hoping for a reason that will make me sway

Feel my pain and feel my loss and endless sorrow
As for me there is no way and no tomorrow

With no struggle and no pain and no fight to lose
As my end is coming so is my painful recluse 

A dream I had is ending like the flight of every arrow.

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