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Cécile Corbel

Compositor: Cecile Corbel

See, the cold takes hold
Birds are flying by
For a million years they go

The storm is crying out
My batteries out
See, I'm getting older

Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day

Tears are sweet and oh
I feel the sighs around
Of the tattered wings of death

All the guardians
Are silent now
Can you hear me mourning

Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day