歌词
(Verse 1)
In the shadows of this dim-lit room,
Whispers echo, sealing my doom.
Years spent honing, sharpening my blade,
But now the end's here, and I'm afraid.
Dark corridors of knowledge, I've tread,
Each step a reminder of dreams now dead.
The grindstone's edge, it cuts so deep,
As I carve my path, in darkness, I creep.
(Chorus)
Finishing sharpening the last years of my education,
But the weight of this burden feels like damnation.
Grim and dark, the future looms,
As I confront the end of my academic tombs.
(Verse 2)
The halls once bustling, now empty and still,
Memories haunt, with a lingering chill.
Faces I've known, now lost in the mist,
Their laughter echoes, but I resist.
The thesis papers, a mountain to climb,
Each word a battle, in the war of time.
But as I reach the summit, I see no light,
Just darkness ahead, an endless night.
(Chorus)
Finishing sharpening the last years of my education,
But the weight of this burden feels like damnation.
Grim and dark, the future looms,
As I confront the end of my academic tombs.
(Bridge)
The ink on the parchment, it stains my soul,
A testament to the toll it's taken, the toll.
For knowledge gained comes at a cost,
And innocence lost, forever tossed.
(Outro)
The ink on the parchment, it stains my soul,
A testament to the toll it's taken, the toll.
For knowledge gained comes at a cost,
And innocence lost, forever tossed.
In the depths of my being, the ink seeps,
Each word a wound, each line it weeps.
A testament to the anguish I bear,
The toll it exacts, beyond compare.
Please step aside, to my once I deemed in vintage rome.
(Outro)
