Текст и слова песни Season's End – On Christian Funeral
There's nothing more that I can say, my dear. Don't leave my side.
Please bless me in your final prayer, as towards Death's open arms I glide..."
As twilight set one autumn's eve, her aching soul fled reprieve.
And though her death was glorified, the fact remains to me... she died.
Please bless me in your final prayer, as towards Death's open arms I glide..."
As twilight set one autumn's eve, her aching soul fled reprieve.
And though her death was glorified, the fact remains to me... she died.
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