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Silence! The screams that haunted me have returned. |
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Crawling. |
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I feel their claws scratching my brain. |
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Destiny. Final |
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Death awaits. |
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Coming. I see |
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Grim Reaper's face. |
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A freezing wind cults through my wounds like sharp razors. |
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The pain it inflicts is making me go insane. |
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Even now moments before my death, evil tries to lead me astray. |
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Making me false promises in the hope |
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I fall for his ways. |
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I feel an infection coming in through my wounds; the end has begun for me. |
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There is little hope for me to survive my great demise. |
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Again I hear the voice, which calls me his son. |
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But then the screams that haunted me returned again. ' |
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It is time, to accept what you are, nothing more than a sinful creature who is afraid of the night. |
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Salvation of death, it's jus a lie you believe in, to make it easier to face the unknown. |
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Now in the cold-blooded snow |
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I lie trembling with fear of my death. |
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Death approaches me with a scythe in his hand. |
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Waiting for the moment to harrest his crop. |
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I sent my falcon away to get some help. |
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But I already knew it would come too late. |
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Things are seldom what they seem, the end is in fact just a beginning. |
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For my spirit has become immortal. |
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Through the blood of he who was slain before me. |
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The fire in my eyes is extinguished slowly, my life is at and, my death is at hand. |
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I have lost all feeling, my wounds stopped bleeding, my flesh is frozen by the wind. |
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Memories from times long ago are passing by, my father, my liege |
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I think I must cry. |
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For my heart is faltering, my spirit is leaving; with my dying breath |
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I make my last call. |
