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(1)

A great view from where I stand at all

Leaving pain aside until they let me fall

A light in red is glowing in the sky

Forcing me to ask the reasons and the “why”

Bridge:

Arise and fall, the seeds of my memory

Will be written down in blood

Within yourselves you hold all the dreams you fear

The sun may rise in this cave

Towards light they force me through the dying dark

May I ask what I’ve done for this at all?

Become earth like remains of what once lived

Of the marks I left all here

Bridge 2:

The blood inside is the paint for this canvas,

The searing ones believe

What will remain of me when my time has come?

Some words on wooden ground

Pre-Ch (D-Em):

Some may forget

What we used to say

Those dying words

In this jar of clay

Ref:

Through the holes in my hands

I can see the sun

Bearing loss and grief at once

All that pain I was born to suffer

Believe me, father

I get sick of this

No mourning mothers for a kiss

The sum of emotion lies to waste

(2)

The morning sun will rise upon my eyes

Why hadn’t you the grace just to let me die?

Eve’ry aching part the romans made by lance

Bringing chaos to the senses I had lost

Bridge:

Arise and fall, the seeds of my memory

Will be written down in blood

Within yourselves you hold all the dreams you fear

The sun may rise in this cave

As they took me down, off my pretty view

I noticed the crying of a few

Shed their tears to forgiving desert sand

Leave me covered with a linen rag

The blood inside is the paint for this canvas,

The searing ones believe

What will remain of me when my time has come?

Some words on wooden ground