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Vacant places

Where iron burns slowly

With doors wide open

Lurking in broad daylight

Plowing the ground with a rusty trident

Iskopat najdubju rupetinu

Pa se onda survat unutra

Profundat do dna

U slobodnom padu

Another high pitched sound of damnation

Foundations crack open

Samo zato što je špija zatrpana

Ne znači da je i rupetina nestala

Carving rectangles into reddish soil

Until even the ground opens it’s doors

Reaching places where no fire will ever burn

Lying there motionless

Blinded by glaring light

Rejected by darkness itself