Souls had fled and gone to find a sacred place
Tears are mournful when the shedding light, glows on the grass dew.
Tears that trees alone had cried.
We are seekers giving answers, to some questions still unknown
We are seekers tracing paths, for the soulless and dethroned.
And as daylight dies we have crowned king the sun.
And when the Nocturne era thrives we will mourn him.
Souls had fled and gone to a solemn tranquil place
Tears seem mournful when the fading light, give us hope for the last time.
We are seekers giving answers, to some questions still unknown
We are answers to the traces that in time the sun has shown.
Traces Fade, as daylight dies.
Traces Fade, when souls depart.
Traces Fade, when the light has given in.
Traces Fade as we confront the past.
We are seekers giving answers, to some questions still unknown
We are seekers of those questions that will make us feel alone.
And as daylight dies we have crowned king the sun.
And when the Nocturne era thrives we will mourn him.
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