The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth
but what comes of the mark of the dead?
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
Blinded will the falling star search for mirth.
For now the sun, its goal, disappears soon as it sets.
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth.
A lost soul scours the universe in its girth
Its will weakened by neighboring regrets
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
A concept lost at birth and found at death comes forth:
The last beat of every heart is multiplied in worth:
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth.
Life finds treasure as it finds its final dearth
Death is human kind’s unlisted goal:
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
but what comes of the mark of the dead?
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
Blinded will the falling star search for mirth.
For now the sun, its goal, disappears soon as it sets.
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth.
A lost soul scours the universe in its girth
Its will weakened by neighboring regrets
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
A concept lost at birth and found at death comes forth:
The last beat of every heart is multiplied in worth:
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth.
Life finds treasure as it finds its final dearth
Death is human kind’s unlisted goal:
The crimson light sheds its molten layer of earth
Only from darkness can we truly know birth.
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