A wish upon the black star
A wish upon the black star
The present, the past
Everything will end at last
He who wishes to return
Shall realise it will burn
He who whishes to return
It's his ashes that will burn
The old must be set free
Embrace the future, if only for me
He who wishes to return
His ashes will be in the urn
Yet you keep ill to the damned
I should flee to the end
Clinging to the old fate
When will you realise it's no good?
I guess it will be to late
And I got to leave for good
I understand, I trescend it all
And that's why I will fall
I wish to help you change
But you seem to be afraid
I just hope for the black star, hope for you to gain the lucid eye.
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