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Mesmerized by the fusty air

Somnolent on a tombstone

"You will dream of your poor wife

Walking back the Heaven's road

For short as her life

Shall be your waiting

For her warm embrace

My friend"

What are they talking about

What kind of morbid joke did I fall in?

Somehow I slept and woke up

My hands were tied

My sweat was cold

Now here they come

Must be my end

"Dying is like to be born

Different by the receiver of pain

And now it's time for you

To cross this line"

Paralyzed by the deadly pain

Suffocating in my own blood

"Did you enjoy the banquet

Made specially for you?

Now you take our guest to rest

Besides our girl"