Hey, listen, this is my place of power
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Where are the crosses, where are the graves
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The last passengers on the way
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Losses are irreplaceable
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The white-winged did not help them
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Here the world of the dead old-timers
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The chills lived, but are no longer alive
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Silenced forever
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And I'm so calm here
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It doesn't hurt anymore, there's emptiness in my soul
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She is unclean, self-digging is enough
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Involuntarily imbued with a dead atmosphere
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It is no longer clear in whom I live with faith
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It does not smell of incense, but of gunpowder, sulfur
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Reading prayers, and foam from the mouth
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We pull our sins on humps
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Crunchy black earth on the teeth
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Secretly to the grave at night
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It's quiet there and it blows cold
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We pull our sins on humps (bang)
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Chernozem crunches on teeth (bang)
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It's quiet there and it blows cold,
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But only on the full moon the dead are all around
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Bones rattling in coffins bang bang bang
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What is this smoke pillar-bom-bom-bom,
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And this is the risen dust-ashes-ashes-ashes
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The smell of the dead is familiar-com-com-com
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Bones rattling in coffins bang bang bang
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What is this smoke pillar-bom-bom-bom,
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And this is the risen dust-ashes-ashes-ashes
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The smell of the dead is familiar-com-com-com
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The court did not take place, the court did not take place (y)
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Their judgment did not take place in heaven
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Hey, hey, hey, ee, bra-a
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With the sunrise, silence is around and not a trace
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What happened on a full moon night here
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Do not wander my friend, the silhouettes have melted in the fog
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Only burnt-out portraits on tombstones
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Overgrown with grass graves, no one visits them
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I know dark forces here, the place feeds me too
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And it would be better to run away from here knowing the whole alignment
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Yes, only something beckons me and I'm waiting for the sunset again
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We pull our sins on humps
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Crunchy black earth on the teeth
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Secretly at the grave at night
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It's quiet there and it blows cold
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We pull our sins on humps (bang)
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Chernozem crunches on teeth (bang)
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It's quiet there and it blows cold,
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But only on the full moon the dead are all around
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Bones rattling in coffins bang bang bang
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What is this smoke pillar-bom-bom-bom,
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And this is the risen dust-ashes-ashes-ashes
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The smell of the dead is familiar-com-com-com
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Bones rattling in coffins bang bang bang
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What is this smoke pillar-bom-bom-bom,
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And this is the risen dust-ashes-ashes-ashes
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The smell of the dead is familiar-com-com-com
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven
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The rusty gates of the cemetery creaked, the corpses go
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They seem to have been buried, but apparently their judgment did not take place in heaven |