The reflection of the moon lightens my tearful peace, darkness weakens the pain of one more defeat, the winds sweeps away noises, like a damned warrior that listen in silence to the voice of the truth, words that scatter in the wind of past centuries, condemned to survive into inferno. Just one conviction stands, in a whole life's hate, (in one life's hate), no way out, damned to the grave, the end.
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