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Masks concealed the real mourning
No noise were allowed
Misfortune came with large steps
Enveloped the future into a shroud
The bride wears black tonight
Valleys got deeper and deeper
The summits disappeared in beautiful
Clouds a path
In sick infinity
Deep abysses and beside it
Travelled in endless trains
Try to solve my existence
Sins, often pure temptation
Praised, hallowed, just lies Voices to bear, inner futility
Be it true, be it my love
Coming to torture you...
...To torture you with my devotion
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