As the sound of the mourning pass
The coming storms will never last
Any sense of control is gone
On foreign soil it grows
Dissonance has sheltered its throne
As fate remains unknown
As the sound of the mourning pass
The coming storms will never last
Torment of a tossed soul
Defies to make it through it all
Innocence from a foretold design
Has the will to carry on
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