I return the gift to my maker
Relinquish the pain
Of the intimate stranger
Sing with golden tongue
For my brother's eternal rest
He was me and I was he
In these halls of sorrow
In this chapel of burning
Whisper to me
Worn out memories burn
He's calling to me again
Like a passing friend
bowing at my window
In this chapel I burn
My soul's true dark home
Beckoning endless tears
that mystic figure i fear
The autumn dance of fire
the faces laugh alone
To meet me tomorrow"
"Alive here be another's choice I return the gift to my maker Relinquish the pain Of the intimate stranger Sing with golden tongue For my brother's eternal rest He was me and I was he In these halls of sorrow In this chapel of burning Whisper to me Worn out memories burn He's calling to me again Like a passing friend bowing at my window In this chapel I burn My soul's true dark home Beckoning endless tears that mystic figure i fear The autumn dance of fire the faces laugh alone To meet me tomorrow" Explain Request ×
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