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Lumine Criptica Fading Into Darkness

Disorder, insomnia, Haunting like a raven and then You'll lament what you had. When the blind man who guides me sees again And the footsteps behind me fades

There are no ways with no faith in me Waiting the sun to go down No more secrets to reveal hidden inside All the shadows faded in the dark Now I see

I belong to this memory, With your sick past laughing at me All my hopes fade for what I've done Leaving my old self behind Am I hiding behind the trees