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Not worthy for death to come,

rather freezes in front of hell gates, ice cold faces

Darkness invisible still getting close,

still brighter to the doors of thoughts waiting by her feet

And death hangs from the ground,

i'm falling into the clouds

from the depths of filth of human in justice

Bend, staring to the heights,

erected hunchback crawling ground-soul

Long for the cooling's end,

in clouds to inhale the taste of dirt

Listening to the souls cracking in saints inferno,

in the stones of personalities unmoving

At last the light turns down,

deprived of the body we are...

Still not of the soul!!!

Full of friends as we're not worthy for death to come...

Maybe doch perhaps then we started to life the face of new death

A new photograph by the pulse of tears falling wear