| This man, pale, walks the path of fiery dawn,
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| Dressed in black, falling apart from the shadows of the boughs
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| For aeons, wearied and doomed with breaking idols
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| the end is strange, oblivion and faith, from the ruins he is reborn
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| For the new life, we’re kissed by the viper
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| We yearn a divine path of death
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| Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle
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| Immortals in eerie silence
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| Dreams pressed upon him, in times before the sins
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| The breath is old, wrapped in cold black shivering
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| This curse will be forever, like the coffins under sail
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| Life is like a candle, and will always fade away
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| We are the conquerors of life,
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| covered with shining tears
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| the mysteries of death, will always be ours
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| We are out of the world
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| without moral sense
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| surrounded by anger and weariness
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| Der Mude Tod
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| For the new life, we’re kissed by the viper
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| We yearn a divine path of death
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| Spreading the haze of the night with our mantle
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| Immortals in eerie silence
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| Blessed are those who redeem
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| the explorers of faith,
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| you and I only exist, one shape |