Epica

Feint

The very brightest candle of all has been extinguished

Smothered by those who could not bear to face reality

Every beat of your heart tore the lies all apart

Made foundations quiver

Every wave in the lake caused the porcelain to break

And I shiver…

The leftover tallow just doesn’t contain

All the right answers

Under a sea of dust lies a vast wealth of wisdom

An untuched snow turns red

Innocence dies

This black page in history is not colourfast,

will stain the next

All that remains is just a feint of what was meant to be

This black page in history is not colourfast,

will stain the next

And nothing seems in life,

in dreams like what was meant to be

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