In times of strife
you seem to lose it all, and more somehow
No waning life can retrieve it
Can't make the world a better place to thrive
nor can I keep on persisting
You're on the wane in funereal winds
with a thousand winters within
Your life unveil its weary eyes
Sun sets in somber skies
Your waning desires brought to fire
where your withering life has been mourned
For a thousand years, where the pain blend with ire
and the night enflames us both
"Walk down the narrow path
Years of decay
Feel life's soul-inflicting hurt once again"
world
within
winters
winds
where
weary
unveil
thrive
sweep
sundown
flames
better
entwined
precious
regained
souls
cease
enflames
somehow
thousand
ground
narrow
dying
until
together
desires
strangers
depart
years
around
skies
embrace
falter
withering
decay
again
somber
mourned
still
comes
blend
brought
cross
under
divine
waning
healing
tears
lifetime
night
persisting
hearts
feeble
hollowed
retrieve
suffer
inflicting
every
shore
lenient
another
place
somewhat
times
stalking
strife
strangest
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