| Sometimes images of a sad void
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| Fill the thoughts and the soul
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| The only feeling of a gate for relief is
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| A key that you call death
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| Tortured by life and past
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| My sorrow is the key to some dimensions
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| I once knew but without never
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| Reaching them
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| The grey weather cry, sad and dark
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| The somberness of Satan
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| The moisted walls of years belch
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| The spirit of death
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| So bad there
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| Tears burn my eyes
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| The key to my melancholy is no relief
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| I wish I’ll never see the light
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| Existence is the remeberance
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| Of a dark past
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| Rain of tears stains the castle
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| Bloodred clouds under the sky
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| Caves of stones with water drops
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| Icy fingers of Evil
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| By this sunday night of september
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| As the rain stops to flow
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| I shall end my life there and maybe
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| Open the gate
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| The eternal circle of beings and thoughts
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| Is ending with death
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| But to take another form
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| Which still haunt beyond
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| I enter
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| Magical shadows surrounds me
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| As I’m leaving from this world
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| Tragic memories remains
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| As I enter the dead’s realm
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| The grim walls vomit the memories
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| Of a sad and Evil past
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| The glaucous and gloomy soul
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| Is torn in a tormented eternity
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| Eternal… |