Blood red Sun
My companion
Feel my love
Through the static
For we rust
And dismantle
Salvage us
From the ash
(Desolate their communion) A trial by fire
On shoulders of giants
We're scalded and burning
Yet she keeps on turning
(Gaia mourns her children) If doom is impending
What are we defending?
Everything that ends
Beckons a revival
Sustain or to descend?
Nothing's decided
When I escape myself
How much will be remembered
Of heaven and of hell
Of what it really means to be?
Desolate their communion (Of what it really means to be?)
Gaia mourns all her children (Of what it really means to be?)
(Of what it really means to be?)
(Of what it really means to be?)
(Of what it really means to be?)
(Of what it really means to be?)
As time decays
Ticking lives away
All that we know eroded
Dreams that we made
Gently start to break
But they'll never fade
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