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Tristania

Death, I hear you calling
But I can t come home right now
My days were few and numbered
But somebody lost count
Unlike the dust that settles down
Or fragments in the breeze
I m now prone to supremacy
And I go on with ease

Time to climb - regain
What I ve given up
Low or high - I ll never be satisfied
Transcending - I ll roam
The end is my home

I ll surmount and deride
The benumbed hands of time
Bribing the ebb of tide
It s time to climb

Time to climb - regain
What I ve given up
Low or high - I ll never be satisfied
Transcending - I ll roam
The end is my home

All is dead and done
All is said and sung
But united and untied - unified
I m turning the stone
The end is my home

At the mercy of the pouring rain
My fire inside
At the mercy of life s waterfall
My shelter s dry