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The winter of my life is coming
My youth has became but a sweet dream
I'm getting colder at every breath
Soon my heart will be frozen by death

Regrets and mistakes still here in my mind always
But however I did it in my own way

Now facing this end I understand
There's nothing after Atropos hand
like the dusk of Hyperion
I'm in front of my own eschaton

Nothingness in front of me

I have always followed my own choice
I have always spoken with my own voice
It's with my eyes full of emotion
that I 'm looking at my own eschaton

Joy and happiness still here in my mind
But however I'm sad to live you behind

Now facing this end I understand
There's nothing after Atropos hand
like the dusk of Hyperion
I'm in front of my own eschaton

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