9.Canticle
Rusted faces, withered body, see the tears run down my dress
Heartless quiet peace, besiege the soul, decadence over my mind
Joyful heart ＆ sadness, separation
My heart has fled away, crisis by me confused
Our fate has faded away, forget the withered dreamland
Silent regrets, conceal trembling, gentle whimper to cry out
Dried up expression, fearful danger, dispirit during nighttime
No matter what it may be, no more return
Increase empty memory, emptiness
Cross the stormwind, there's no way in the end
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