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Volatile spirits quickly expand

Enveloping their sources, obscuring the masks

Lights are dimming, levitating in fog

A vacant grave, waits for a new tenant

Volatile spirits glide through their self made darkness

Then emerge from it with thunderous roar

Distorted screams, high pitched whine

Supersonic crack, high pitched whine

Pred očima se smrkniva

duh mahniti izviriva

Ko za tamu ni je

i za plament se hita

He has covered his heart with wealth

and he's handing him over to the custody of the lord