Twilight haze embraces horizons
Where the rivers of our past still flow
Let the cold wind blow in your heart
And let the water become the blood of your own
Time is written into walls of stone
Just stand and listen to their echoes
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Twilight haze embraces horizons
Where the rivers of our past still flow
Let the cold wind blow in your heart
And let the water become the blood of your own
Time is written into walls of stone
Just stand and listen to their echoes