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Vernal stench fills the air

The dying ones, searching for a lair

The queen is fair

The king is dead

Brown red stains soil their bed

The distant cry from White Mountain vales

The hours go by and we have lost the trails

Your horrible and heavy breath

The silent pilot comes at last: death!

Then you can see a new day has begun

But heavy clouds have blotted out the sun

Nothing can be heard

All is silent and black

At the gates of dawn, no turning back

"Steal the demons from my heart

You had it coming, and now we are apart"

The spring is calling at the door

Death is death on the seventh floor

There is cancer in the wind

There is judgement for those who have sinned

Oh, how I wished to see you smile

But all that I touch I defile

Thousand tears of the child bride

In the house of mirrors, no place to hide

In these halls echoes your cry

You are hurt

This world must die