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And here I am

I'm the shadow of the thousand tombs

Crying with earth the solitude of the winds

Satan blinded and Jesus kicked

Cry with us!

Empty hope to be

Who makes the destiny?

Always dead walking here

Broken roots call to me

Tombs are drowning bones

They are the oblivion

Bones dissolved in seas of materialism

Voices dissolved

In sea of suffering

//Empty hope to be

Who makes the destiny?

Always dead walking here

Broken roots call to me//