Old, senseless thoughts half frozen in loneliness,
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faster and faster we're spinning in circles;
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imprisoned in pain, floating without sound,
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the death in the mist aimlessly wandering around.
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Our sad eyes say: "We have lost our view !"
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Dead souls without rest, the graves are lonely and cold.
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But the promised peace I'm afraid we'll never find,
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for this place it lies so far
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beyond the cruelest light...
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Only The Dead In The Mist
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| Sopor Aeternus |
