He sat there so idle just sat on the ground
Don't you ever, no don't forget
You know I mean it
The
Don't tell me life is for the living The voices
From a glade was heard songs of angels that blessed
They told me what I should do They gave me
So it came The first day of the new religion
Hear them preach of eternal life if you've lived by
I see myself standing beside my bed bad thoughts are
An ageing craft of unknown origin Ancient beacon is calling
Darkness is all around Your time is running low Listen
In the wake of Armageddon
We survived but was it worth
Waking up the dream I had seemed so real It
See the morning sun open up the sky and shine
I am near you tonight I'm the dark, the dead,
I see a man out in the cold There's something
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