Glare Of The Sun - X

Within the spectral cold
Blessed I am with burning habits
And the dead are my strength
To build a home, to plant a tree

An abyss so dark
A fall so deep
I cannot awake
From this poisoned dream

I am only free if I fall
I can only flee if I fall

But I won't fall

The eyes of the dying king
He looks through the souls of his loved ones
His mind crosses the open sea
Dust
Far away

Written by:
CADEN LANE EBERT, LANGA CHARLES CELE

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