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10. The roots are torn
(лiрыка - Aldagil)

The roots are torn…

The roots are torn,
And nothing heals this pain
And nothing's violent enough
To overthrow it.

Images of dying life…
I must live on
Through frost, through dusty storms
Unbearable clarity…
I must live on
Though I bathe in Death, -
The roots are torn…
And my heart stops in the end.

The roots are torn
Pale world
No rest for the wandering ones
No oblivion, no lethargy
The roots are thorns, -
They twist through flesh,
And my heart stops in the end.

The roots are torn,
And nothing heals this pain
And nothing's violent enough
To overthrow it.

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