| Across the abyss
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| This weary traveler struggles on
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| Casting his eyes upon the ground, he cries out
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| «Is there no end to this immortal pain that haunts me?»
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| Thou hast become the path and the way
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| That leadeth to destruction
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| Be thou accursed
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| Be thou abolished
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| Be thou annihilated
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| Testify that all is vanity
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| In heaven as on earth
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| Dressed in universal torment
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| Crying openly
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| As I engage myself in prayer
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| «Bring me through midnight to the sun!»
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| As I enflame myself with prayer
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| «Bring me through midnight to the sun!»
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| Everythings in motion, everything lies still
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| Through the veil of sorrow
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| And the pall of death
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| Everything’s in motion, everything lies still
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| Through the veil of sorrow
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| And the pall of death
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| Like that of a drowning man
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| His life flashes before him
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| Turning his eyes away in shame, he cries out
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| «Is there no pity for a blind man such as me?»
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| Thou has become the path and the way
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| That leadeth to destruction
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| Be thou accursed
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| Be thou abolished
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| Be thou annihilated
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| Eyes, feet, hips start moving
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| Where the laurels grow
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| Another sacrifice
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| Stains the tomb of human despair
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| As I enflame myself with prayer
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| «Bring me through midnight to the sun!»
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| Everything’s in motion, everything lies still
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| On the path of sorrows
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| On the road to death |