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In a deep dark forest, |
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In solitude I'm having my rest. |
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In the deep dark ancient, |
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where my blood not will be frozen, |
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I hear the silence whisper |
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my name in ancient tounges. |
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A voice from the past will follow me |
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until the day I die. |
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The less alone I am the more alone I feel. |
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Still hoping to final something of my kind. |
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Melancholy shadows fills my heart and eyes |
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and a flame from the past burns my soul. |
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As shadows in a world of this betrayal light |
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a world which was never meant for me. |
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In a deep dark forest, |
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In solitude I'm having my rest. |
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In the deep dark ancient, |
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where my blood not will be frozen, |
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In my lonely mortal wondering, |
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darkened by burdens. |
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Emptiness is ruling |
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the sombre mind of mine. |
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When time cease to be, |
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my soul it can be free. |
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Kept alive be hatred, all alone. |
