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Keep it there flawless

Keep it in hourglass

Hours are passing

Irreparably

Can I suppress the old remorse

Can one illume a leaden sky

Wounded as a dying man, bereaved

This broken warrior who despairs, bereaved

Taken to ground, bereaved

To have a cross above his grave

You are the one to whom the wolves cry

Bereaved, wounded as a dying man

Bereaved, this broken warrior who despairs

Bereaved, taken to the ground

Bereaved, to have a cross above his grave

You are the one to whom the wolves cry