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Open your grave

Under the northern lights, in the lost paradise

A big cross arise, in the land of dreams

Symphonies of death, make torment the skies

The frost falls for eternity and cover the remains

The stink of the graves involve the air

The souls say their prayers, where oblivion dwells

Are you alive? Where oblivion dwells

Am I alive? Where oblivion dwells

Pray for your god, where oblivion dwells

Cry for your god, where oblivion dwells

In the darkness of the past lose the reflections

The end arrives too fast, the wars and the obliteration