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Awaiting the end to overcome me.

These paintings will soon turn to gray.

When I'm walking through the ashes

This will be my last thought of a dying day.

Further we're living on in misery,

As a fool I believed in all their lies.

In rows they scream and cry and rush and burn.

Provoked a smile, they'll pay the price.

Faceless we walk against the abyss.

Loveless and cold, heading for the fall.

There should have been more to live for.

More joy to share, more feelings to dare;

I've got no reason to live but a hundred to die,

My dying eyes keep watching the sky.

Leaving the shadow's friend.

Emptiness.

Relief.

Sense my appearance.

I followed your call.

You want to die? I'll help you out,

but there's one thing you have to give me first.

I'll send you back where you belong.

it's a long and terrible road...

Present god's heart on a silver plate.

As well as the angel's blood in a frozen grail.

You heard my words!

I want you to obey me, whore!