The Last Hymn（加速版）
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Hymn is cold, the books are old
The altar waits in brittle gold
My broken vows will not atone
I bless love that turned to stone
Our vows were carved in candlelight
The bells rang for all to hear
Your touch was my own sacred rite
I traded doubt for faith so clear
The gospel that you swore is dust
The candles died upon the stair
The wooden cross betrayed the trust
I still can hear our whispered prayer
Hymn is cold, the books are old
The altar waits in brittle gold
My whole creed is still your name
I sing it softly to the flame
Hymn is cold, the books are old
The altar waits in brittle gold
My broken vows will not atone
I bless love that turned to stone
The gospel that you swore is dust
The candles died upon the stair
The wooden cross betrayed the trust
I still can hear our whispered prayer
Hymn is cold, the books are old
The altar waits in brittle gold
My whole creed is still your name
I sing it softly to the flame
Hymn is cold, the books are old
The altar waits in brittle gold
My broken vows will not atone
I bless love that turned to stone