Standing lost at a crossroad
Life is lying in my hands
Faith is calling above us
And who can tell when the world will end
Time will choose only one man
Only one must grow old
We can both see it coming
And we know, it's been told
Passing through centuries
My mind growing weaker
Whose fate will be sealed
The gift of growing old
Only the strongest one
Will make it to the end
The final gathering is at hand
The time has come, there will be one

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