| I die to kill
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| Days of slaughter
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| Giving my life for the nation
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| And his imperial majesty
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| With rising sun
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| The empire will come
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| Our kingdom could have been real Elysium
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| To vanquish the enemy
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| Oh… look back your way
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| To ruins and sorrows
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| When silence will scream
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| Porcelain eyed soldiers are marching on the street
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| Mobs of leaden beast are trampling down tranquility
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| Flocks of black flies are buzzing beyond the sky
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| Sound of hate, air-raid sirens groan
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| Children are running around trying to escape
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| When the flashing pale light dazed me
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| I perceive, this is the holocaust
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| Floating down, through the cloud
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| My consciousness is fading away
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| The edge of death I may have touched
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| I’m walking in a meadow of death
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| Peaceful, crisp winds pass through my hair
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| I remember the feeling in my hands
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| The feeling of mother
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| Your voiceless scream I cannot hear
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| Please, please let me hear the truth
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| «How many children have you killed, honey?»
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| I survive to die
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| Live to suffer
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| Oh, my immortal existence
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| Why can’t you help me?
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| Mental disorder
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| Distorted laughter
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| Wasted years to ruins of oblivion
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| Grinning inside my brain
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| No place to stay with me, peace has gone
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| Dreamland was far
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| Illusion is fear
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| The end is near
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| In my dream
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| Still I can see her form dressed in black
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| Dew glistened in her eyes has changed to blood
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| Blasphemy ever done tortures me in my end
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| Redeem me from my sin
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| Release me from this hell
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| I can feel death is creeping
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| The darkness I’m walking slowly to
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| My mental vortex
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| Spinning round and round
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| The punishment for my sin
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| I’m longing, longing to sleep forever… |