Before my eyes a storm arose
Sorrow at every step
What is the right thing to do in such case
I have it at heart
Slipping, wrapped in a shroud of mystery
Under penalty of death
Against the light, against the wind
He felt touch his arms

Before, entering knock at the door
The worst comes to the worst
He is capable of anything
How long will this take you
Sleeping, wrapped in a shroud of misery
Under penalty of death
Against the light, against the wind
He felt touch his arms
As long as I live, hungry years
Everlasting pain, guarder in the voice
The right to do in story suicide

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