Upon the bloody altar of my tears
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where all my dreams keep pilling up
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I saw death torturing my soul
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I saw my soul teared apart
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Away, a nameless shadow
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inundating my perpetual sleep
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with their datestable bewailings
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trying to recall my unconscious birth
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A breath of life into the mouldly air
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that diffuses my existence
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an imposing voice that awakes
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and erases all the apathy
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Fire, a rotting race
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all I see is a dying place
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full of loneliness and pain
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and my dreams are all in vain
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Years are passing by
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through my dark and velvet sky
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isolation, ceaseless sorrow
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makes me feel there's no tomorrow
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Ceaseless Sorrow
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| Exhumation |
