الكلمات الأصلية
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This yearning grows ill when thoughts of you
Slip through me like poison
Birth of this sickness, infecting my will
Relics upon my return
Exiling is futile
Remnants from a world forsaken
Home of the hopeless
Scars of this weakness
Memories fading forever
I long for death's promise to be set free
Roman's escape veneer
Beneath lies a true prison
Never to return to the sweetness of soft flesh
This Elba, a deathbed,
Thoughts of return, fantasy
Broken dreams lay me softly down
Home of the fallen
Scars of battles lost
In sickness forevermore
