Lineage: (EwMn7)

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(EwMn7)
- To begin we first must
  - Pointing to the-edge
    - Our tears-are painted in red
      - We're-forgotten
        Disgrace-untold and unseen
        All Our-Splendor
        Bathed Black-In Silence
        Quick to their ends our
      - for now and evermore
        Candles burn until we're free
        In monochrome melodies our
        Our--surrender
        a somber-reverie
    - Bleeding to the-edge
      - Riding home--riding home
        tears are painted in red
        Slowly' drifting
        Down-into twilight
        Bleeding-to the edge
      - Finding hope--don't lose hope
        Deep inside-we're nothing more
        Than scions-and sinners
        Left-to-Sifting
        Through-faded memories
  - All things-change
    - Deep-inside we're nothing more
      - Without a compass wandering
        In the rain do
        light and darkness fade
        Know-our places
        For worth-is wordless
      - lost in lies of faith
        Yes-time circles endlessly
        The hands of fate-trained ahead
    - than scions-and-sinners
      - Faith slowly-wasting away
        Pointing-to the edge
        All things change-drawn to
        Evanescent-this
        Writing-on the wall
      - Only alive-in fighting
        the flame to rise
        from-the ashes
- see-the end
  - drawn to-the flame
    - In-the rain
      - death's amber-embrace
        To begin-we first
        Brother-stay this
        Descent-to madness
        must see-the end
      - Our hearts beat loud--unafraid
        Rock of ages-we
        cast-the first stone
        Come-and save us
        Catch us-before we fall
    - do light and darkness-fade
      - On hands and knees we pray to
        In our cages-we
        know not-what we do
        Riding home-riding home
        Finding hope-don't lose hope
      - gods we've never seen
        Indecision-here at
        the-crossroads
  - to rise-from the ashes
    - Yes--time circles endlessly
      - Come shadow-come follow me
        Recognition-tomorrow's
        Like broken angels-wingless
        Cast-from heaven's gates
        Come too-soon
      - The final hour-upon us
        Follow blindly-like
        lambs-to slaughter
        Our slumbering demons-awake
        We only fly-when falling
    - the hands of fate trained-ahead
      - no more time-to breathe
        At the mercy of those
        Falling-far from grace
        Hell take us-heaven can wait
        who ply the sword
      - In-monochrome melodies
        As our song-wends
        dead-underwater
        And like a message in
        a bottle cast to sea