I woke in the night
With nothing but my pain to wear
Not knowing why, when or where
Two flares of a dying sun
Twisting, becoming one
Through battles lost and won
Undone
You, a creature so strange
As tender as you are fierce
So many souls in one combined
Too soon or too late
Through will or through fate
We’ll go through the gate
Unswayed
Two flares of a dying sun
Twisting, becoming one
Through battles lost and won
Undone
Two flares of a dying sun
Twisting, becoming one
Through battles lost and won
Two flares of a dying sun
Twisting, becoming one
Through battles lost and won
Undone