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Most of those, who had showed me the way

The number of souls getting larger each day.

And my guilt has no need to be proved

I’ve buried them all in my search for the Truth.

A journey from the cradle to the grave

Is the same - are you a master or a slave

Just like a cold testimony – tombstones

But for my journey – it’s silent milestones

Now dead

Nuff said

Memories of them leave scars on my life’s path

Now I don’t feel neither love nor even hate

Memories of them hurt like shards of broken glass

Until I become a milestone in someone’s fate

Now dead

Nuff said

Their tombstones are my milestones

This stones are my non-healing wounds

Their flame has gone out under the stars

The ashes were carried away by drakkars

A journey from the cradle to the grave

Is the same - are you a master or a slave

Just like a cold testimony – tombstones

But for my journey – it’s silent milestones

Now dead

Nuff said