| Closed, the eyes of the dead
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| Yet I can see you all black surrounding my old abode
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| A cry breaking the silence
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| Lament of a mourner washing pain away like rain
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| Life, the day we’ll be gone
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| (Life, the greatest of all lies)
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| A step into the unknown
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| (The time to blink our eyes and we’re gone)
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| Free from all fears
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| (Before we die)
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| Crave the peace of our earth
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| (Crave our immortality)
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| Finally back to the place we belong
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| (As the memory resides in our name and fills the hearts)
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| Lone, my body rests
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| May the earth lie lightly upon my defenseless spoils
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| Void, epiphany of absence
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| Fading all my senses into the eternal night
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| Vacuum
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| Time, the day we’ll be gone
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| (Time, illusion of our mind)
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| The sleep of no return
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| (The nemesis of the most foolish longing)
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| Where everything’s clear
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| (Eternity is)
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| Fame resounds in the words
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| (Fame, when back to dust again, is inert)
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| The true epitaph that will live forever
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| (And all that remains, it can be love or)
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| Pain, afflicting the hearts
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| (Pain we inflicted on other men)
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| Infecting the souls
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| (Infernal torment lasts for the ones we leave behind)
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| It’s carved in the memories of our sons
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| (Face, oh, who we really are)
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| Face what we’ve become
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| (Laid bare before the highest judge, the memory)
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| It shapes in the mirror a man we don’t know
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| Shine
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| Before returning to dust
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| Accept the finite nature of flesh and carpe diem
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| Live each day as if it’s your last
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| Unburdened of paralyzing dreads, move past
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| As the master taught us
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| Cold, the hand of fate
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| Cruel, falls down relentless the curtain on passing flesh
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| Death, the close of existence
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| The mother of all fears and despair of mankind
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| Is nothing but life |