The dreams the memories
All erased with the word reality
All hopes all thoughts of the future
All burned in the hell of fire
I live to die
My soul has no one
I die to live
To live I shall die.
Is this what I do fear the most
Cannot be ill cannot be good ;
If good then spare my soul
To angels of the heaven
If ill then bleed my soul
With twisted blade of devil's sword
I live to die
My heart has no one
I die to live
To live I shall die
This evening :
The beginning of my death
This evening :
Is the end of my dead life
I live to die
I prey to God
Die shall I will,
For my soul to live again
To live again, to live again...
The word of reality
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