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Blow the wind
of the last twilight.
The hills will say your unholy name

Under the black sun
The moon has long since left your right side
and not return.

She is eternal, ephemeral is your soul

And if you are dying,
she will come
to haunt you

What you have done ,what you have been .
on your grave, on the grass, in green.
what you have done ,what you have been .
on your grave, in grass and green.

Walking with no breathe, many lies to forget
And only those hills, will shout your name.

If you are dying,
she will come to haunt you
and youll find , in this night, the whole wisdom , of human fears.

What you have done, what you have been .
on your grave ,under grass in green.

Until my veins vomit my life.
Until my body has gone
Until my veins vomit my life
And I prevail impassive.
Until my veins vomit my life
I become into this ashes..

What you have done ,what you have been .
on your grave, in grass and green.

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