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

A thousand darm moons,
A thousand winters long.
A million fallen star,
the candle burns in the womb.

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