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• Artiste: Bella Morte
• Titre: The Last
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The reason finds the aching sky And torment learns its name Fading dreams awash with fear Of a prophecy that lives Will you be there at my side With farewell held to our hearts For so little can be said As the end has found its time The night seems far away And I fall into the midst of our dying day Fear The screams are heard against the sighs As a blade against the skin Empires fail to face the truth As a world is left with time To the dreams of what was shared Throughout the evenings warmest winds Our lives shall stand among the ruin To ever echo through the grey