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No fire, no warmth

No light to guide the way

Just faded memories

Of a dismal yesterday

No vision, no hope

No faith in the unseen

When the hand of fate comes down

And Smothers everything

Then Comes the Darkness

And nothing to believe

In cold and utter silence

With no chance for reprieve

No desire, no urge

No will to carry on

Brings a constant longing

Of what lies beyond

No breath, no pulse

Creates another sickness

Like poison in the veins

So bleak are the long days ahead

For those who mourn for the dead

Meet me in the dreams so real

Of darkened nights where pain congeals

Then Comes the Darkness

And nothing to believe

In cold and utter silence

With no chance for reprieve

No fire, no warmth

No light to guide the way

Just faded memories

Of a dismal yesterday

No vision, no hope

No faith in the unseen

When the hand of fate comes down

And Smothers everything