| In paradisum
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| Deducant te angeli
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| In tuo adventu
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| Suscipiant te martyres
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| Maybe I fell into despair
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| I saw the gates behind the mountain’s glare
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| I gazed at the realms of deep unknown
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| A crescent moon above the silent snow
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| My dreams, as pure as one can be
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| Ebb of my thoughts, stream under a frozen sea
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| Powerless feelings imprisoned in myself
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| Maybe I fell into despair
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| A derelict soul in a body accurst
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| Pitiful, weak creature
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| I’m lost in a lightless, desolate place
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| Left alone dreaming, forever dreaming
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| Through the gloom I wander
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| Trying to deny a cold and hopeless reality
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| Alas, my anger is useless
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| And so is my own existence
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| I see myself walking endlessly
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| Amongst naked stones and ghastly trees
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| A dismal sun is a poor guide, as my path
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| Won’t end until the night
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| When the sullen red sun rises
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| I put my head between my hands and pour
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| Remorseful tears
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| Over the wreck that is now my life
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| Repentance comes but it’s always too late |