We are too old, we've grown so fast
With our blades full of rust
And our bones full of dust
Our weapons are so rusty
Go to war would be too risky
For old guys like us it would be suicidal
Fear has come into our hearts
We were lions, now we wear scars
And the costume of a coward
Who has stolen all of our pride
We're growing old, for the best
And the worst is yet to come
And our time will soon arrive
Apogee is left far behind
I talk about the time we'll die
Dust on our shields
Protects from shame,but there's no more fame
I'll be a ghost, I'll be a ghost
A no one will know my name
It is too late, it is too late
I can't defeat the course of time
I ran away, the more I could
Keeping the reaper beyond the horizon
But he won't stop until my soul gives up
My fear of darkness' my only motor
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