There's a grave adorned with black roses
Fog flowed over her body
Like a haze of a thousend painful tears
It's the place of memories
Death is the release
Death is the eternity
Death is the origin of a new life
Oh it's the place of memories,
Memories of the many sufferings
Of the lots of anguishes
And disappointments of lonelyness
Of lonelyness and remorse
You'll be delivered of the anguished and
Disappointments of lonelyness
Delivered of all the sufferings
Which have drilled into your heart like glowing arrows
Now you have to find release,
You'll find release
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