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Their feathers will burn:

The dance of death on silent graves

- dancing towards the sun

The high and mighty dragging with

- the lowest ones

And in the flames of the sun

- their feathers are nothing worth

They all will fall and they will bite the dirt

Falling through days and nights:

Bury death in the night

with our back against the sky

thousands of stars, like gunfire’s

echoes through our silent lives

Still waters run deep

Keep on living with coins on our eyes

until we fall through days and nights

and the river at the bottom,

drags us further away from each other

Oh charon, the last boat has sunk

På en mørkeblå himmel

triste øjne stirrer

langsomt går de alle ud

De kan ikke lyse mørket op mere

Bury death in the night

between the hands on the watch, loosing time

the neongods as my witness

I am not alive