| Rise the harshness light
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| On this cold day of march
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| Waves the yearning, are moving wild
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| Along the involved dirge of broken life
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| Broken life… beginning time
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| My jailor
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| Lying guardian of mi delay
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| My soul believed in mourning breeze
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| But scythe is tear all certainties of the day
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| And love, for life is changed
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| In endless deep remorse
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| Cause I can’t tell «I love you» at my side
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| All medal has it’s dark reverse
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| And you know well, my only friend
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| I need a strong, to be beloved
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| Cause I want drive my suffering
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| Forgive me, my guiltness preys
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| Help me… pray for my sin
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| My weaver… forgive my soul
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| Forgive me like I am forgiving you
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| Eternal end… in endless nights
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| My closed eyes, slowly are see
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| All medal has it’s shine reverse
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| And you know good, my only friend
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| I need a strong, that you watch me
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| Cause I want know the really true
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| Last face… last mask fallen
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| Are you evil? |
| Or my awarness?
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| Are you evil or my remorse?
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| Reflect in mirror of my years
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| Jesus, show me please while I pray you
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| Look me wile I’m looking you
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| Please remember you, the kiss from silent moth
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| The stroke of mortal pride
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| I’m damned, I’m damned, I’m damned
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| Please remember you The kiss from crying moth
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| The stroke of mortal pride
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| Cause I’m evil masquerade |