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Lletres: The Agony Scene. We Bury Our Dead At Dawn.

Their whispers become like cries
Tears fall from blinded eyes
Ninety-nine have burned as embers
Ninety-nine have lost their lives
Tired arms now fight for life
Amidst the crashing waves they're drowning

Will you love me until mornings light?
And I'll tell you what it's like to die tonight
It's too late to cry

Now she sees her face and screams
It was once so beautiful, now kissed by flames
And showered with glass so beautiful
Yet so cruel, the way love tends to be
Her beauty so cruel, the way love tends to be
Her beauty so cruel, the way love tends to be

Will you love me until mornings light?
And I'll tell you what it's like to die
Will you love me until mornings light?
And I'll tell you what it's like to die