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Death did not come in the shadow of the swords

But in loneliness, destitution

while feeling a journey to the other side of the clouds

alone, desperate

walking down the forest of the dark

striking suddenly

telling us we are not the mightiest

a death in the deserted land of the darkness

in the forest that shadows are not seen

a death that seeing the sun for the last time doesn’t work

walking in the valley of desolation

where the shadows are growing

the light is chasing me

don’t want to see the light, which blinds me

the dungeons of my castle

which is my shield

death in the shadows of the swords

which we always prefer

which isn’t thought what the badness deserves

a lonely death

is at hand

it’s not the death that is feared

but being unable to cope up with loneliness...

Death did not come in the shadow of the swords

But in loneliness, destitution

while feeling a journey to the other side of the clouds

alone, desperate

walking down the forest of the dark

striking suddenly

telling us we are not the mightiest

a death in the deserted land of the darkness

in the forest that shadows are not seen