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(c) Aliaksandr Kavaliou
EOS
Oh, my soul is bleeding
for this dying world.
Take these seeds and leave them
in the dark and cold.
Should they rise about them,
who had paled the truth.
Should they be the last one,
to begin to prove.
Oh, my soul is bleeding
for the soulless cold.
Till the end we’ll seed them,
till they grow up all.
Then you’ll see the darkness,
coming up the field!
See the walls collapsing,
just the dawn stands still.
Then you’ll feel the darkness,
coming from behind!
See the world collapsing,
falling as divined.
Then you’ll hear the darkness,
rising from within!
Everything’s collapsing,
the dawn will be burnt in.
Oh, my soul is bleeding
for this dying world.
Take these seeds and leave them
in the dark and cold.
Should they rise about them,
who had paled the truth.
Should they be the last one,
to begin to prove.
Oh, my soul is bleeding
for the soulless cold.
Till the end we’ll seed them,
till they grow up all.
Then you’ll see the darkness,
coming up the field!
See the walls collapsing,
just the dawn stands still.
Then you’ll feel the darkness,
coming from behind!
See the world collapsing,
falling as divined.
Then you’ll hear the darkness,
rising from within!
Everything’s collapsing,
the dawn will be burnt in.
