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Dreaming Dead - Exile Lyrics

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