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...we are the kingdom of the dead |
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where darkness take our cold souls place |
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the world is a grave for us |
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from our tormented eyes flow tears of stone |
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all we have seen and felt is hate and death |
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moon lights the ominous shadow of humanity |
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nothing has sense in this ruinous life |
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black sky is a pantheon for human laments... |
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in a graveyard of broken statues our cold bodies rest |
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every statue reflects a pain... |
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(... pain carved in black stone ..) |
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pain of... incomprehension |
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pain of... desperation |
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pain of... frustration |
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pain of... intolerance |
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pain of... hate |
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pain of... love |
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pain of... melancholy, pain of... solitude |
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our bodies of cold broken stone... |
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...reflect for black eternity |
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what grim truth has been |
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of this decadent humanity... |
