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Observe the snow under which i lie with empty eyes |
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Losing life, remembrances of cries |
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Frozen images of last sick days |
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The forceless body hanged shows me ill-fated ways |
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Recalling desolation, no one cried my death |
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The acrid taste of rotting takes my breath away |
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My violet lips covered with frost |
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The paleness of those walls is lost... |
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It's fucking lost |
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The winter grows cold |
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It takes me into the frame of dust and old |
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The silence in me... |
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Please Death set me free |
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Fallin' upon my buried coffin the snow freezes my last smile |
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And the tears are crystallized |
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But the pain remains in me |
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Still and cold and dead |
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My body lies under the ground |
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A withered flower falls on me |
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Upon the ice of my grave |
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ENTOMBED B |
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Y WINTER... |
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Memories of life, times lost in my mind |
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Ages of a forgotten existence, so far now |
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Dusty shells of pictures buried by years |
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Tell me who i am |
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Tell me how to see my dawn... |
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Tomorrow... |
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Were we born to struggle and suffer ? |
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Happiness is a short while |
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Where we forget to be humans |
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Hate is only a waste of time |
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The cold is growing, end of days |
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Hold my body and take me far away |
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Far away from this grave of frost |
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We must enjoy these moments of inhumanity |
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Before they take our dream away... |
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ENTOMBED B |
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Y WINTER |
