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Chapter Two: Rovina (Eng: Destruction or ruin) - The Neverending Night |
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Out The Edge |
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It took a second, residues of guilt are still clear, |
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Hammering my soul. |
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And a knife can cut oceans of words, |
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But cannot cut all my fears. |
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If only I had power, temper and strength, |
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Enough to stop this reel. |
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Every heart-beat of mine makes me think of the ones, |
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Who died here for me. |
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It's hard to face iniquity. |
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Drama and sorrow, |
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Merging mind and soul, |
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Inside, a growth of, |
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Belief and faith. |
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When every hope has come to die, |
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We've fall out the edge. |
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Another second, explosions were back, |
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On the last place I set my defences, |
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A rain of fire, and my last desires mixing regrets, |
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And rage. |
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I had to destroy this place by myself, |
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And now I'm waiting to perish. |
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With dishonour I'm losing this war, |
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"You won" my evil enemy. |
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It's hard to face iniquity. |
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Drama and sorrow, |
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Merging mind and soul, |
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Inside, a growth of, |
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Belief and faith. |
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When every hope has come to die, |
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We've fall out the edge. |
