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I know the pain of insane which comes to my soul |
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I see the streets drowned in rain the melody of sad |
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Flag is tremblin' in my hands |
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I'm beatin' out the paintings in rock the picture of the dying people monuments of black tales |
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Glaciers melted from the glow of thousands of hells forged with hands of the condemned beings the create the inaccessible heaven the vision of modern machine of extinction |
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Scorning the might of universe we're staying equal gods to feel the shudder of anxiety when the all generations fall to ruin aspiration for eternity for the might of mind dark visions of bright'n'pemicious tombs |
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Glaciers of steel the monuments of superhuman effort of the crowds stupified of life when the impotence and lack of final apocaliption inside |
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Wrecks of words, of ecstasy this all mixed up with mud'n'slime of hopeless expectation |
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Be equal to heaven'n'have a glance at shadows eyes feel the taste of divinity and fall of the huge ceiling those are the poisoned drugs of a limited mind the circle of light is whirling like the mill |
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When the earth will have covered the steel of our feelings it will stay just the silence and the marble monument of the man |
