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The consolation will come at dawn

Maybe my fate will be different by then

Maybe i'll be able to live my fate in other ways

Maybe i'll look in the hidden mirror

Or forgotten i'll seep into the earth flattened down

With a shovel

Once the pen spits out the last letters

The clouds will crumble, wrap themselves with their strength

And the faithful shovel driven into little souls

It will rot with the rust of old age somewhere

Far away from people

The moon will look deeper and deeper into my eyes

But it will not reflect the light, it will weaken in impotence

Only the intrusive chests dug into my head

Creak mercilessly carried by angels

Like a sack of bricks tied around my neck

They drag me down into the pit

And the night, once again, will scream louder and louder

As the church clock strikes soundlessly

And as it counts down the hours until dawn

The ink will dry on the earthly plain

And only a few more words will ring out

To get by until dawn

The confessor said to me: go and sin no more

My new world has dawned

The harmony of joy is in my soul again

I know that with time it'll be gone and its shine will fade

I'll bury the next chest in torment

And the angel said to me, your time is coming

And whispered warmly, tell me about yourself