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At the solitude of the night,

my hand consummated my hate

with a cold breath as light,

no one could stop me, it was too late.

Blood started to run

as a black river of pain.

Before the sun could see,

there was not shame for me

I lost myself in rage

to write the final page

of this forgotten story

with blood and glory

and to dissapear in the night

as a star in the sky

as a ghost in hell

as the knife who felt.

The whispers of my piano...

embrace the sounds of death...

As a curse I'll forever play...

In the same place where I murdered

In the same place where I killed myself.

At the solitude of the night,

my hand cosummated my hate

with a cold breath as light

no one could stop me, it was too late.

My piano still remembers the place

and the time...

Where I killed and died!