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The peaceful silent grave is calling you |
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Every night |
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Your every breath is closer to the end |
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The wind is singing for you deadly one |
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Lullaby |
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And icy fingers gently close your eyes |
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You feel the wildest pleasure mixed with pain |
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In your vains |
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The soil is tempting you so soft and cold |
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There's something in the air what's gripping you |
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Sudenlly |
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The only thing you want is just collapse... |
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So sleep... |
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Every night you're dying in your dream |
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Sudenlly you fall in to your grave |
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Every dusk is promissing the till |
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Thousand clouds is covering the sky |
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Hear the whisper of silence |
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On the stone put your head |
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All your vains so exhausted |
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Have no strenght to hang on |
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So sleep innocent child |
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Invisible danger will come to you |
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So sleep and dream your dreams |
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It may be the last one |
