The last call
The final whistle
End of Days
A two way blade
Low tide
High watermark
In a full moon
The castles ruined
The embers dying
And sparks fade
Cold is near
Now our breath is clear
We ride tonight
Into the void
A leap of faith
A second wave
A thunderous sound
The beaters drone
We’re nowhere bound
Until we come home
We’ve been waiting
Trying not to get caught
It’s a kind of game
It’s our last shot
So we’ll take a drink
Raise a glass to love
And to freedom
To times gone past
Bring us back around
The corner where we met
Underneath summer sun
Eyes we can’t forget
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