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Waking on the dead taking on a stand without blend

Can't control escape driven through the fate it's too late

Old ghosts start to speak on the mountain peak a birds sharp beak

Somewhere in between life and death a scene where I'm in

This is too true. This is not new

If you need, cease to exist if you exist you must not need

Disrespect this simple rules open up and you will bleed

On the face the terror look of someone who is not to be

What has been was buried deep in hexagon of ferro-concrete

I don't care to die