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Could it be real? We are only ones of a great plaque engaging the world
Through the sense of darkness our eyes can only see pain
So bring it onto the world

A dream, what should I tell it is a misantrophic dream
We are abandoned in a world that is a crie

A lonely crie

We loose, trying, collapsing, so

Now hold your hands!
They wish you the death by a torture
The spirits mentioned to arise crying
Suffer you bastards!

Could it be real, we're only nightmares besieging
Ourselves in this world
Through the sense of haze our eyes can only see fraud
So bring it onto the edge, now!

Flee, flee of their pain, of the wounds that you account for
Flee, flee of yourself cause your own aim will be your dawn

And still we're getting by
Above this suffering
Now hear us crie
This life's to fall!

Venom at the edge to breach
At the end of a world
They standing in a line
To watch your death
Now that you will pay
Can you hear them bolthering, bolthering crawl?

In a world that hopes, hopes for a single crie
This venom bolt them, bolt to fall
Now you bastards hear their call!

At the abyss you'll take your last fall
What you loved you killed in your own war, now take your award for your act
Jump now into the darkness!! Hear the spirits crie, them crie!

Still we're getting by
Above this suffering
Now hear us crie
This life's to fall!

You're guilty of murder, you're guilty of hate
You're guilty of humanity!

Carry on, we are abandonce
For our dawn! Holding, hold the dice

Still we're getting by
Above this suffering
Now hear us crie
This life's to fall!

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