I see... Ashes.
In my nightmares.
A long nights in delirium,
Pierces into the reality.

I see the ashes,
It was cold on the lips.
The fate of that predicted,
The imminent end.

But this life will never end.

To see the ashes as snow,
Which will hide all.
Golems dreams, illusions of sin.
Come from grave...

Come from grave!

I see the ashes,
It was cold on the lips.
The fate of that predicted,
The imminent end.

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