Solitude Aeturnus - Days Of Prayer - Sözleri

Standing before the door of the one I call god

My entrance has been denied- forever lost

Days of prayer are words wasted on the wind

If there is to be an answer then give these talons a grasp to hold



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Burning sun of hope

A blackened path in my way



Trees of fruitless seed are soon cast away

Hearing the wind whisper of souls

Why must I stand amongst the void










		
			



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