Join us in this the darkest hour When all is lost to the Cold The expiration of all that's sacred And the destruction of our souls Nothing left, Nothing's here. Fare thee well to the life we were Forever lost is our purpose now And the Future is a blur No more love, no more hope Dreams are lost forever gone All that is left, All that remains Is that all I've done is wrongBirth sign: Not entered
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