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The storm comes in front of my eyes

A warning – someone will remain?

Your own life is not fear in disguise.

An answer – We'll die bleeding pain

Never blast – your shield could be your trap

Never fear – the life escapes from my hands

Among the fingers – Can you recreate yourself?

Another seeker – seeking castles made of sand.

What remained of me is less than you see.

What remained of you I'm afraid to be.

What we all could feel is nothing, it's unreal

What we all can do is a trace of sympathy.

The storm is coming down from the sky

Not yet – Now is time to die.

Nevermore – no one will remain.

Are you ready? So just save you again.