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Trans Siberian Orchestra Beethoven

[Instrumental] [Once more back in 1827 Vienna, he tells Fate that he would not change a thing from his past and risk losing the music. The music is who

Feel the darkness smiling Every note is dying Silence is refining every thought in his heart Thought in his heart Still the fates are weaving Every note

Priusquam praesens Damnatus salvens Hic homo nesciens Quae futura est? Est plane vanum? Magnificandum? Error aut sanum? O fortuna est, qua? The past

In every life it has been said There comes a time to join the dead Admit there is no second chance And join death in a final dance Across the floor eternity

All of your life now you have denied There'd be a time when you'd ever die Still it's been rumored this thing must be Why is it then that you act surprised

And in the dark he sits alone To work his final hours bleeding While unconcerned upon the wall The clock it ticks away the time No need for words for

Who is this child That I've never seen before? Who is this child That I've not seen till this day? Who dares to fall asleep Outside my door? If we should

Faith and belief and retreat When you're standing all alone with your dreams in the dark Never knowing what is real in the shadows you meet Never knowing

In this world of circumstance Children never fear forever And this moment that enchants Someday we may both remember Then Maybe then If we are still