We are gray
The hells are full of flames
They are those who bring light
Of this love you are to blame
Never held me not a night
The hells are never dark
A part of them you are
On my heart you left a mark
Once a star now below and far
Now I hide in the seas
You hide with the wind
Restless! never in peace
Always in the depths of my mind
I shall never forget the day
In which fire burned our skins
We turned to ashes, we are grey
We did not die, life begins
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