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All these years, of forsaken existence

Drowning soul, of forgotten empty life

All lost years, I have wasted

With wounds, I shall fill the emptiness

I shall find my way, to disappear

I shall wait for that day, just me and my spear

Up above the dark wood

Fly the waiting cross

Down in to the soil

Blood flows out from me

The day

I die

Down to the river

I shall lie

With my brothers

I shall see myself soon...

The day, I die

Down to the river, I shall lie

With wounds, I shall fill

My emptiness