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Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years passed… passed…

A roaring ocean rages in the thick darkness of the night.

The time has stopped and stars hung in the firmament.

A noise of falling leaves reminds of the death

That hides under a huge pile of the withered tree waste.

Drowning his hands into the whispering leaves

The wanderer gropes for the tombstone

Concealing a mystery from the daylight.

A blast of wind tears off the veil from the foliage.

The grave is opened wide and the pitch darkness descends.

Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years passed… passed…

Thousands of years