When I look upon these burialgrounds my heart sighs
Deep is the dark, so it my heart
My black seared heart is the way
from the cold clouds above rains
Dust of death
In my mouth, in my breath
The cold struck urge for pain
Increases the lust to gain
Reign of knowledge
My apcalyptic vision at its very peak
My black seared heart can wait no longer
The force deep desertion has grown stronger
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