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Now dusk is calling for my soul

from the paths of death.

Grim faces calling me from the trees

and I saw myself.

This is the fatidical moment

in wich everything ends.

Moon's lurking me from the skies;

I can se how the angels die!

And the stars, like a million eyes,

watched me suffer and die.

A life that isn't worth living,

I will no cry for it.

There is no Hell, there's no Heaven,

just the circle of Death:

Everything just turns to nihil,

is inevitable!

Burning the soul in a pire,

the only left are remains!

There won't be any redemption,

I digged my own grave!