When the world is old
then we Shall see
What it means to be young.
All round us we shall
see.
The gray haired skies
The Bloody red waters
Shall remind us of what
Once was.
The great young.
The great young
that once was ours.
We shall walk down
the Ashen floors
that slip beneath us
As we fall through
Beneath our heavy feet
And we shall follow
Through the depths
we go.
Dark, bright.
Soft, hard.
We fall,
no single-file,
not one-by-one.
We fall,
Altogether as One.
As what were
As what we all have been.
And this,
We'll surely find
Only at that time
When the world is old.
then we Shall see
What it means to be young.
All round us we shall
see.
The gray haired skies
The Bloody red waters
Shall remind us of what
Once was.
The great young.
The great young
that once was ours.
We shall walk down
the Ashen floors
that slip beneath us
As we fall through
Beneath our heavy feet
And we shall follow
Through the depths
we go.
Dark, bright.
Soft, hard.
We fall,
no single-file,
not one-by-one.
We fall,
Altogether as One.
As what were
As what we all have been.
And this,
We'll surely find
Only at that time
When the world is old.
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