| Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain
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| My dreams led me through lands I had never known
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| Through abodes of horror where no one should tread
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| How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?
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| The corpse-world, a world full of tortures
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| Which stuck on the edge of madness
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| In one-step to the empty abyss
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| This land is inhabited by ghosts and fading memories
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| In the midst of the abode of horrors
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| You did not notice your death
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| Is it possible for a madman to go mad?
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| You are praying to be not in this black cold place
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| There is nothing, just an endless
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| Fall
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| Oblivion
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| Through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I will fear no evil
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| The tortured land is haunted and poisoned
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| In the midst of the abode of horrors
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| On the end of the worlds
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| You did not notice your death
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| Spectral voices call
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| To the festival
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| Of the burial
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| Their speech is full of stench and poison
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| In the void of unspeakable hunger they feast
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| But the viands of dust are tasteless
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| There is no other food here, only flesh
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| A lavish revelry for scavengers and worms
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| Our forefathers sank
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| Into the silence of death long ago
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| In lands where tombs
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| Tombstones take roots
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| The long-suffering land
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| Is haunted and frozen in rigor mortis
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| In the midst of the abode of horrors
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| On the line of no return
|
| The tortured land is haunted and poisoned
|
| In the midst of the abode of horrors
|
| On the end of the worlds
|
| You did not notice your death
|
| Through the dark pitch of the embracing pain
|
| My dreams led me through lands I had never known
|
| Through abodes of horror where no one should tread
|
| How did I get into this world on the edge of worlds?
|
| The corpse-world, a world full of tortures
|
| Which stuck on the edge of madness
|
| In the step to the empty abyss
|
| Is it possible for a madman to go mad?
|
| You are praying to be not in this black cold place
|
| There is nothing, just an endless
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| Fall |