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Look at the shades that crawl on the bed,

those are the flames

of the living and the dead.

They call me by name and empty myself,

they promise me Heaven

with fire made of Hell.

Now I know my leaving time

has come, my last hour,

iin a desperate need for more,

all of my life was nothing

but steps on the shore, and the sea

is tiding up until the end...

Where is the stregth

which dwelt in my hand,

I'm lost through the land

of the living and the dead.

Dancing with the Fairies

in my eyes, one last time,

while they're taking me to the Door,

nobody knows the streets

where I'll wander and go in the cold,

and maybe then I'll live again...

I'll live again...