Flo-

wers

that

bloom

in

the

dark-

ness

It's

a

sigh-

ting

that

is

rare

to

come

a-

a-

cross

No-

bo-

dy

seems

to

have

no-

o-

o-

ticed

That

the

po-

wer

that

could

be

be-

stowed

is

lost

Ri-

ding

through

the

twi-

light,

this

ar-

mo-

ry

pro-

tects

my

heart

There's

a

voice

that

is

call-

ing,

it's

ca-

a-

lling

for

me

to

go

be-

yond

Where

I've

al-

ways

been

long-

ing,

I'm

lo-

o-

o-

nging

to

find

where

I

be-

long

Soon

this

fight

will

come

to

an

end,

the

val-

ky-

rie

chose

to

de-

fend

When

we

were

young,

end-

less

won-

der

Thoughts

of

death

were

not

a

cause

to

live

slo-

ow-

ly

Now

the

un-

knowns

seem

to

ha-

a-

aunt

us

Could

this

phy-

si-

cal

ex-

per-

i-

ence

be

free?

What

is

fate

re-

veal-

ing,

will

I

sur-

vive,

or

will

I

fall?