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Throw these binds, await your goals

Praise them in a lullaby, so they know

Finding trails over the red mountain

Please go back, find your own way

Now face them all, one by one

Slowly focus, pieces melting

Out of focus, forever washed away

Washed away

When the seasons end

They all go on a hunting break

Face the mount alone

Keep the fears all far away

Slowly focus,

The pieces are here or thereabout

Out of focus,

Forever washed away

Find the same old way

Find a trail to red mountain

Praise the will of this land

Find the same old way

Find a trail to red mountain

Praise the will of this land

Made out of sand

Will you open the gate

And let them in

When the seasons end

They all go on a hunting break

As I fade away

Slowly drift in misery