Our revels now have ended
Life by life to the drum of war
Through these mountains we leave our tracks behind
Within this endless snow we lie
To me it seems that this will never end
So young and restless without a memory to call their own
In this barren land words of Mars guiding my hand
In this barren land his whispers of death command
So young and restless, without a memory to call their own
These trembling hands corrupting my existence
These trembling hands consuming my resistance
These trembling hands took a
life away
Without a warning discharged and flowing
To my spring there is no return all is left
are traces
Without a memory to call their own
HOW WILL SHE KNOW I EVER LOVED HER

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