kissing life
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Drowning in the arms of the wind
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The blind do not see the void
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In the abyss of light
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In a scattering of dreams
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Drowning in the jaws of the beast
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The path is not known
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In the silent darkness behind the closed door
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Silhouettes of souls only creep through the wilderness
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Cold touches the lips of an old maid's kiss
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Flying into the endless sky
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Drowning in the depths
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In the dance of eternal sleep
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freezing
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Separated from the earth
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Betrothed to the bride - darkness
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Falling asleep in a black shawl
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Among the wandering souls
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you recognize yourself
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Pushing off from the firmament
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Run away, fly away to nowhere in reality
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Among the cold fires
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Fell into the arms of death
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Dance on the bones
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In the bustle of a masquerade
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The mask of being
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Life and death are kept close
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In closed hands
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gray-haired shaman
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Draws the path of newborn souls
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Eternally dead bones chipped
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The reaper does not sleep
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Reaping ripe rye
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Outlining the stake with a sickle
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Light and darkness will erase the head
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When oblivion the priest will open his hall
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Guardian of the worlds, gray-haired creator
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Spread his hand at the crossroads of two roads
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Eternity brings death
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Revival through whirlwind whirlwind
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Sorrow pain - our unbridled fear
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After all, the executioner does not cry about our bones
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Black dress, white dress
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Circling year after year
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That two sisters, obeying the delight
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The ancient lead a round dance
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Sisters of the universe are related to eternity
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Their soul-wounding voice
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As if filled with haughty laughter
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It will sweep through us
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Clear Sun - white dress, black - the face of the moon
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Heaven and earth above their heads
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stake united
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Bringing balance to the universe
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In a world where many of us
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Hand in hand, sisters of the universe
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Circle the ritual dance
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Mara, seducing the deathbed
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He exposes his camp before the victim, taking him into his womb
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That is the great essence: waiting for the deathbed
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In the subconscious you hear crying
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Newly born soul
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Because birth is death and death is birth
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In the eternal whirlpool of time, the shroud of vanity
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In the masquerade of life death temptation
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Rotation
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deafening echo
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The laughter of the sisters echoes
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In the line of life
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Changing milestone
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Vain gaze
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Illuminating the mowing
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Eager to sprout a seed
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Until the earth is cold
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pest time
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Death's scythes have been whittled down
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The graveyards are hungry
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In anticipation of a full feast
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Light and darkness will merge again
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When oblivion the priest will fulfill his vow
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Guardian of the worlds, gray-haired creator
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Spins a golden thread along the rut of roads
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Waiting for the deadline
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kissing life
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Drowning in the dance of eternal sleep
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Plunging into darkness
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Falling asleep in a white shawl
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Among the cold fires
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Pushing off from the firmament
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You kiss life with the lips of death
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You kiss life with the lips of death.
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Kissing life...
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Black dress, white dress
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Circling year after year
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That two sisters, obeying the delight
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The ancient lead a round dance.
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Sisters of the universe are related to eternity
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Their soul-wounding voice
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As if filled with haughty laughter
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It will sweep through us
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The clear Sun is a white dress, black is the face of the Moon.
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Heaven and earth above their heads
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stake united
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Bringing balance to the universe
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In a world where many of us
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Hand in hand, sisters of the universe
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They circle the ritual dance. |