Road made of crosses
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Way to the eternity
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Symbol of the death
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So ironic
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But adored by the living ones
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Crying their tears
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Prying over
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Over the cold stone.
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Here is the darkness
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Just the panic of the weird reality
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Desire of lasting
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Incessant chase after the unknown.
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I can feel it in my vein.
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I can grasp this thin border between the dew.
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Over the green grass
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Whisper of the distant trees.
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Between the glow of sun
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and the shadows over the dead mouth.
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Here is the darkness
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Just the panic of the weird reality
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Desire of lasting
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Incessant chase after the unknown.
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Ironic
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| Cemetery Of Scream |
