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Now I see the emptiness, as the gate begins to close

In the peoples faces around me, the children's eyes,

the heart of stone

No idea what I've become, no clue who I really am

For all I care is what is mine, as in the darkness I

weakly stand

I weakly Stand

No pity for the dying, no remorse for the deceased

As the fight goes on and on, as I battle this eerie disease

Cold as ice my aching heart, stone kind my hollow mind

Lifeless as the autumn leaves, lingering on the morning shine

The Morning Shine

Sometimes I look up the sky with these eyes of glass

Sometimes I glance at my feet, and drop a tear of ash

Cold as the clouds above, dark as the evernight

The eyes seeping agony, and the hatred deepdown in side

The coldness and the hopelessness, the leafless trees,

the withred groves

All remind me of who I am, as I lay alone with my woe

With my woe

Sometimes I look up the sky with these eyes of glass

Sometimes I glance at my feet, and drop a tear of ash

Feel the weight of the world, arise off your bones,

as you stumble to the unknown, on the road of stones