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Yearning coffins
Awakens as we're soon to vanish
Ascending mirrors that burn
Reflects the trails of a comet's splendour
Convey these words
Concealed from those with the blood of heavenly bodies
We are lost in the treacherous dark
Long lost in the treacherous dark
We are lost in the treacherous dark
Long lost in the treacherous… Void!
A star has lost
A vision of what is soon to vanish
Behold what has been done
It is done, it is done
Now we can turn to nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing… Nothing
Fear the depths of the deep
Where the void is welcoming us in
We are lost in the treacherous dark
Long lost in the treacherous dark
We are lost in the treacherous dark
Long lost in the treacherous… Void!
I'm not from here
I'm not from here
I'm not from here
I'm not from here
(We lost our way, but we prefer it out here)