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In bad times when growing weak with age

A sickness torments the body

Everyone has damned his god to hell

The most important thing is to live

Knowledge, even when cruel,

Can't be hidden, thoughts hurt

Thoughts on a short life,

Love and salvation

Sad souls are walking through the darkness with their suffering

Bad visions from ancient times about our extinction

I, sentenced to waiting,

Am wading in the puddles of tears

How many times did i see the streams of tears,

When people cried for those whom they had loved

Cruel truth, can't be changed, we might be mad,

Life means dying from it's beginning

Cold feelings, when death's coming-we've been forgotten

Fragile hearts refuse joy-we've been sentenced