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Under the fog night raises curtains |
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I feel it pulsates in my blood |
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As the grey light comes down from the clouds |
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Victoriously I raise my head high |
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Thunders and winds |
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I look with undisguised disguist |
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At empty souls around me |
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I hear them laughing in a mardled house |
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It echoes on an adorned vault |
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I want to unleash my burning hatred |
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That flies on dragon's wind looking for fulfilment |
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No thought can reveal the meaning of the words |
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Only thunders and winds are the melody |
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That can bring peace to my soul |
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Empty souls |
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Thunders and winds |
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Night raises curtains |
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Burning hatred |
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Night raises curtains |
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In a proud silence |
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While inside my soul there are funerals |
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Without orchestras |
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Silently attacking my scared heart |
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I feel no mercy, I feel no forgivness |
