Struggle with emotion Fell the pain burn deep Within our nerves The mourning of lost life Commands our action night and day
The foul realism is unleashed Upon the earth we'll bleed
Banish all fond memories As the lord beckons us to judgement Degeneration is close at hand The mortality coil is weaker The pain is close to heart Now leave the real world to your god
The kindness of deaths grasp Relieves us from the pain
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