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Past…Rivers of time can’t wash away our sins

Death… The shadow seeks (for us) to penetrate within

Chance to try to turn dark to the light

Lost in emptiness of our useless lives

We’ll never force the sun to set on east

And never turn to present our past

It stays in our mind and watch how we die

Impossible to move the bones of time

Look… The streams of blood are flowing behind us

Wars… The wars will turn our native lands to dust

Mad mankind struggles with own mind

To blind to see that smoke eclipsed the light