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No one likes the death

No one waits. But it's beside

Turning facets of the life

Its cold breathe is close behind

Lighting whips the gloomy sky by devil lash

Thunder peals burn black emotive splash!

Thousands of years. What's the same?

Triumph in madness

Suffocation in scuffle of the blind fool

Condolence is useless

Choking with blind joy

Taking pleasure in the spring

open by the Sun

May fresh flowers caress grave

No might to stop the trouble

Sudden coming of Lady Death

Picks the flowers dyed with blood

Lifelessly droping into grave

Lighting...

Chorus.

Dread! Evoked by curse

Of Heaven's gaze

The way is gridled with

Black momful lace.

Cursed by God'the evil place

Condemned scared by the storm

Slippingvoff straight into grave

Everyone looks for escape

Heavy shower washes off

Exhausted bodies. See their eyes

Mental eclipse. Chaos up

Majestic triumph of the death.

Lighting...

Chorus.