Dying Seasons
Fire of summer
Burns our pride
Inside the pain of treason
Our love has died
The fall of voices
Alone we cry
Without the one to guide us
Inside we die
Ice of winter
Cold and worn
Within the heart of angels
The love has gone
The time of healing
Growth, rebirth
Outside the world will guide us
The return to earth
Seasons distant
Unbalance flows
For every dying whisper
Speaks a tormented soul
Eyes and ears that only know
The memory of forgotten snow
Eyes and ears that only breathe
The disconnected ill belief
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