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I am decayed
Everything is tortured
And it feels like

In this remains
Grows a glimple of hope
Waiting for the final strike

This is ouк last somber serenade
We sing it in our own selfish way

We're falling
We're falling

We're deeper that our minds are holding

Rejected
Rejected
We're withering away with this world

Victims parade
Heading towards the chapel six
Fading away

Thousand and three
Angels of misery
Guiding our way

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