| The strike of midnight
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| All is silent, all is Hell
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| The dream evades us In this endless nightmare cell
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| The stones lie forsaken
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| Only shadows here collide
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| Once more the world has turned
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| And left its children aside
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| «Even the crows have long since fled these tombstones…»
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| The crows have long since fled these tombstones
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| No fresh meat left for the beasts of the earth
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| Our throes have led us to new dimensions (of death)
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| Further away each day from joy and mirth
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| Lightless is the path, on this forlorn trail
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| Bleak are the days, full of death and travail
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| After battles lost that no one won
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| Still cold beneath the Sun
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| Our woes have long since fled these tombstones
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| The last signs of life left on this earth
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| Echoes resounding through empty halls and thrones
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| Deeper each day into our monstrous birth
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| «Further away from joy and mirth
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| Deeper into the arms of this monstrous birth…»
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| Despite the promise of fire
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| Still cold beneath the Sun
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| Depths of this Hell transpired
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| Our salvation remains undone |