"Cloaked by dawn-flame's downfall
Death shall take my breath-surge
Clad in nothing colder
Keen to rest my breast-drum
The wound-biter wending
Way down oak-tree's hawk-perch
Carrion-bird's wine carries
Cold dead laments elsewhere"

Deadened and tired
Waiting for the end
The epilogue of our lives
Deadened and tired
Passively dying
The epilogue of our lives

And yet, after a life immersed in sorrow and decay
The doors of solace remain shut and away
Breathing every second hoping that the pain won't last
But death still takes its sweet time

"Cloaked by dawn-flame's downfall
The cold-fire is drawn
As the cove's corpse-dew
Falls and runs its course"

And still they say
Being alive is a race to delay the end
Seduced by indulgence to escape fate
Nescient and afraid, men kneel and pray
Consumed by denial, their delusion is fed

Deadened and tired
Waiting for the end
Passively dying
The epilogue of our lives

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