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Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk
It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Jean Cocteau

Tell me, little friend, what's on your mind?
Tell me, boy, where do you think you're going?
Hey, you were an easy prey to find:
your confusion, outrage is showing

I refuse to live my life in fear
Hiding in the dark from every shadow
Even if I'd feel that the end is near
it wouldn't change a thing by now, as I know:

empire's weaker than it claims
and very soon'll come crashing down in flames

Everybody alive's gonna envy the dead
yet a wish to survive's getting inside your head
Spinning left, turning right as the door's being slammed:
you're alone in the night but a Hound of the Damned
And no bullet no shell and no demon in hell,
and no merciful God's gonna keep us apart
Now you're ceasing to be - teardrop in the sand
and the last thing you'll see... me, a Hound of the Damned

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