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In the quiet of the room
I watch the shadows shift
Three fates
spinning threads of gold
A story that was never told
I see the final candle fade
In the quiet dark they made
I see their death
As the winter takes their breath
Falling down like frozen rain
Never to return again
Their hands grow cold beneath the shroud
A silent prayer spoken out loud
The mirror cracks across the face
Leaving not a single trace (ahhhh) (ooh)
I see their death
As the winter takes their breath
Falling down like frozen rain
Never to
return again
Into the quiet They fade