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The lost faith withers in the depth of the soul

No more time for love it sets with the sun

The lost youth each day follows the last

Beauty is fading but stays in the hearts of the weary...

Stop so i can hear that quiet cry,

Thoughts are drowning in desires

Of the devil's dreams, the devil's dreams

Having the knowledge, you pass through good and evil,

When the word wounds, the looks of dead days

I try to take the suffering of past loves from paradise

A blasphemy-i walk through the dark

Knowing your shade-to live with just a game

A fervour's burning-my desire

Be yourself-grief threatens my innocence,

Coming closer a miserable world