| «Death be not proud
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| Though some have called thee mighty and dreadful
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| For thou art not so»
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| Losing the war I’m feining to win
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| Though I never tried to to strive deep from within
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| Life could be beautiful for anybody it’s for
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| But I’d swear this mothafuckin' shit is rotten to the core
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| The portal has been past and it’s time to make a turn
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| To follow the reaper until the point of no return
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| When your blindly death-raying blade
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| Weeps the griefs and fears away
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| I cross my heart and hope to die
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| Thy freedom will be mine
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| Sinking down in the ocean of severe emotions
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| Grab a bottle to drink up the pain-relieving potion
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| But after all, that got boring too
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| So no matter what happens, I couldn’t give a damn or too
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| The portal has been past 'til the point of no return
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| No more lines to cross no more bridges to burn
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| Now when your blindly death-raying blade
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| Swept my griefs and tears away
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| I’d never go back to cross that line
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| I cross my heart and hope to die…
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| «I was only 21 when I died» |