Clean Lyric
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The flames of grave candle
Expire as well as your life does
He was born and he was to die
Waiting for an ageless sign
The graveyard face flows over like stream of blood on these graves
Watching this
I feel the regret of the pity
The flames of candle-that's my life
While it's burning
I'm alive
But small wind
Maybe smallest one can break
The ties of the blood.
The flames of grave candle  Expire as well as your life does  He was born and he was to die  Waiting for an ageless sign  The graveyard face flows over like stream of blood on these graves  Watching this  I feel the regret of the pity  The flames of candle-that's my life  While it's burning  I'm alive  But small wind  Maybe smallest one can break  The ties of the blood.