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The old man walks alone

At the edge of the wood

Gathers his cloak for the oncoming cold

And he turns and tends the flame

For the night is falling

Hear the winter calling

Now is the time of returning

The time to set the spirit free

The flame is all we see

The old man sits at the table

Wipes a tear from his eye

Casts a glance at the flickering candle

And he says with a sigh

Look your last on the Golden Candle

Shining alone through the longest night

With every breath the flame it trembles

Casting a slowly fading light

Always the night is falling

Always the winter calling

Slowly the sky above is turning

Onward into the dark we scream

How can we keep the fire burning?

The flame is all I see

Burn the Golden Candle

Set the spirit free

Burn the Golden Candle

The flame is all I see

He watches the sunlight fade

One final time

And as the closes his eyes

He says with a smile

Look your last on the Golden Candle

Shining alone through the longest night

With every breath the flame it trembles

Casting a slowly fading light