Many shadows of the dead strive to drink
When the rivers swells & arises from the shadows
Because it feeds from our negligence
It possesses the taste of the putrified corpses

Then my nausea for life shudders
I utilize it´s current of stench
And I returned myself from between the dead
But they are happy they sing funeral hymns

Then they calm the ones that remained indignant

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