Come to Grips with Death and the End

de The Browning

Soul drift through the void that's in my head
Come to grips with death and the end
Echoes of time, a fading sound
In the abyss, our souls unbound

In the darkness, we all ascend
A silent whisper, my only friend
Soul drift through the void that's in my head
Come to grips with death and the end

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