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In the graves, he does not dwell and

Does not count the days

The spirit wanders and the truth

Does not reveal itself

Crying doesn’t matter

You won’t see your home again

Bones, worms, dried flowers

Destiny follows the smell of death

Skull, blood screems

The guardian at the gate

The candles on the cross

Next to the wind with eternal crying

Contemplas os jardins da Glória

É o ópio do medo, guiado a luz

E seguirás tua história

Um dia foram homens

Embebecidos na paixão

Hoje são todos lágrimas

Caídas ao chão