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Songs of smoke, traces of halo
guide my sense through vacuum.
Phantom candles from past times
still lighting my gloom.

Of the vast realm of oblivion,
the gates will be kept shut.
For Damnatio Memoriae's not
our angels' doom.

Whose are those words
carried by the wind?
Are these raindrops a sign
from beyond?
Or do you still
linger by my side?
Will that ever be enough?
All that's left...

When the angel dies,
when the angel cries
tears made of steam,
all my universe's ice.

When the angel dies,
my mornings dim.
What remains' angel dust.

In eternal dusk, we wander
till the final nightfall
comes to take and spread our ashes,
or fade them all.

Everlasting legacies of
those who once our voids filled,
always near to wash the fear
when our hearts have chilled.

Been left alone,
my senses awake,
powder's the legacy
left to take.

Closing my eyes,
no shadows I see,
there is only one light
made of dust.

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