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No door will ever keep us halted
wait awhile,this world should turn to end somehow the runes just show the way up on the mountain, crushed over souls leap back in anger, bring up the noise crucify sadness and kiss up the dawn everything starts now with a touch of cold. they say the grief is here to stay it ever was, and surely plays the part of us, the wicked one as time will bow in front of dark no welcomebacks from them you`re just the enemy, the spawn in need of truth the leapback with the path undone. Your cross is endlees, ways not known and silent waterfronts will battle for soil aside of you they crumble their eternity wordless though heard only with ears shut the scourge in you, the flowing seconds grasped in your hands never by your will the strange desire to catch it or let go the bride in you called life. walk away my sun, you`re not longer heir to misty torments fighting in your dreams go ride the voices that gave you birth and left you naked in this world alone the right to end the fairytale of course is only yours to keep and share go north the magnet calls your wish to know just all you`ll grow within, then leave the last of words to nobody and everybody.
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