Take away,
These hands of darkness.
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind,
blows out my candles.
Feeling,
only fear,
without any hope.

A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb.

We tried not to forget,
they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end

A thousand dark moons.
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb.

We tried not to forget,
they live through us.
Slowly they die away at every candle's end

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After,
the cold darkness,
in the heart of the forest.
Where birds are singing,
for the new born sun

In the womb of the leaves,
on the branches of the trees,
lies the treasure of the morning,
the pearls of light.

Carried away by thee truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightenment,
The blue rain covered my roots and I forgot where I came from.

Carried away by thee truculence of my world,
I got lost in the search for enlightenment,
The blue rain covered my roots and I forgot where I came from.