Chant the All

Bitter days can weaken the senses and restrain the kindest worlds around us
And Love will die before you and I
All we dream is endless winter fears may sleep after Autumn slaughters
Chant good riddance to all little dangers
A Thousand or More Chant the All - Chant the All
And are we defined by misunderstandings
Pride diminish those who've lost faith in us
One voice gains strength through healing graces
A Thousand or More Chant the All - Chant the All
Bitter days
Bitter days

Backwards: I'm so sorry