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In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Born a saint
But with every sin I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory
In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
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We are the silent poets living amongst a sea of the dead. Not deceased in their presence but in their minds. We feel the whispers in the wind, hear the cries of each other and shed the tears they deny. For in the breakdown there is beauty, in pain there is peace and through our battles we are BORN.
In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
In the end
As my soul's laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell?
And I have fought
And with flesh and blood
Through it all
I have given my heart for a moment of glory
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
In the end
As my soul's laid to rest
What is left of my body
Or am I just a shell?
And I have fought
And with flesh and blood
Through it all
I have given my heart for a moment of glory
I gave it all
In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
Born a saint
But with every sin I still wanna be holy
I will live again
Who we are
Isn't how we live we are more than our bodies
If I fall I will rise back up and relive my glory
In the end
As you fade into the night
Who will tell the story of your life?
And who will remember your last goodbye?
'Cause it's the end and I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid to die
*************************************
We are the silent poets living amongst a sea of the dead. Not deceased in their presence but in their minds. We feel the whispers in the wind, hear the cries of each other and shed the tears they deny. For in the breakdown there is beauty, in pain there is peace and through our battles we are BORN.
