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| A soul, a tomb, a stone, a grave, One man, one God, one life: a slave. A knife, a cut, the blood, the pain, A scream, the fall, a corpse in rain. Alone, awaken, hot and cold, Beaten, crushed, drained, still bold; Crused, blessed, amazed by all, Dead, eager, fast and slow. A hole. I lay, I die, I'm dead and gone. Friends to call, I don't have - none. From this hole I'm looking up... My nephews, worms, eating on my lap. Dead, calm, blessed, alive again, Crying, laughin, but all in vain... Burning, freezing, hot and cold, Anger, peace, my soul was sold. A body, a grave, a tombstone, One corpse, one priest: they are alone. A coffin and a cross, the hand, A mourn, one last walk, the promised land. |
| Copyrite, blackmetalsun, '01 |