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Old song come floating
On the hill the tower call me
And the sun stands in the bitterness
No one stand beside me
My dead brain is pumping
The flies are my friends
Licking my cosmic weakness
And my weakness is fear...
An unreal past
Buried by memories
Blue wind brings psychosis
And I remember
Those who sleep
The souls, sing death
What"s, the meaning?
The depression, at my side
Is the bird, of my hate
Dead cold fleash recreates the obscene
Pleasure is feeding, my morbidity
Rotting Christ, I see again
An evoked doom, from my soul
The mourning is coming
The sun won"t rise again
Devoured by mystic darkness
As soul walking in the sky
"My dream is real
The old king I cremate
The throne his grave
And now my sad life has expired
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