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Masks concealed the real mourning

No noises were allowed

Misfortune came with large steps

Enveloped the future into a shroud

The bride wears black tonight...

Valleys got deeper and deeper

The summits disappeared in beautiful clouds

A path of sick infinity

Deep abysses are beside it

Travelled in endless trains

Try to solve my existence

Sins, often pure temptation

Praised, hallowed, just lies

Voices to hear, inner futility

Be it true, be it my love

Coming to torture you...

...To torture you with my devotion.