The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
Life, a nameless curse to bear.
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
Life, a nameless curse to bear.
Embrace me, O night of cruelty,
Embrace me, O night of cruelty,
The light is fading, inevitably.
Life, a nameless curse to bear,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare.
What has happened, all are strangers here?
What has happened, all are strangers here?
At least one familiar face to revere.
Life, a nameless curse to bear,
The heart is desolate.
A memory of the season's bloom,
A memory of the season's bloom,
Of withered leaves on a branch, consumed.
Life, a nameless curse to bear,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare.
My sorrows, insignificant they seem,
My sorrows, insignificant they seem,
Yet, by your hand, they did gleam.
Life, a nameless curse to bear,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
Life, a nameless curse to bear.
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
The heart is desolate, hands are bare,
The heart is desolate.
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