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Album: Dead Winter Fields - Single
Pages turn, the chapters close
The sun sets on a bleak Day
Rising again to an evermore darkness
Vanity truly it seems, the wind rushes onward
Fools we are
Soon will be your time and mine, it will all be taken from you and I
Inescapable coming vision, trapped in the aftermath
The plants withered quickly, down to dust
Only regret as snow on dead winter fields
Time will have you as well
Old and forgotten, cold and rotten
Crying in the soul for unhealing scars
The beauty was vain, the purpose was pain
Can't come to grips, departed
Grieving hearted, lost again
Up within the loft, peer inside the box
Empty now from the tears, purpose lost from the years
Surely my words fall swiftly on
Missed by all whose near
Like the rust that abounds
Nothing left to do but waste away
Can you feel the death in my veins?
Can you see it's becoming?
In the ice of winter's grip
My inner self transforming
Look into these hands of mine
See the rusted scars of time
Darkness breaks into the soul
Devours all that's left
Freeze creeps in and kills the heart
Ice has done its frozen part
Bury the hope in the fields
Never to be felt again
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