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When you walk through the desert

And you can't find a way out

Your memories of life come to you

And you start to lose hope

The sun on you is the torture

And every minute turns into hours

You need to stay alive here

You must find your own force

Awake, stand up at dawn,

The goal is closer than you think

In your mind, have internal force

The sand turns into a path

Break the fate of death

Awake, stand up at dawn,

The goal is closer than you think

In your mind, have internal force

And live once again ...

Awake, stand up at dawn,

The goal is closer than you think

In your mind, have internal force

Scuta comburet lucem.

Poem mortis clamoribus

Silentium

Patientia

Poem vitae. fatum verum