Withering - Not Yet The Last | Текст песни

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Nightfall closes in and
echoes die out down the cliff
Anxiety is taking over again my fragile mind.

Fears are tuning into hate
and the time is for my fate
to become a servant for my undoable
deeds.
I hold her cold hand
and close her open eyes.
I wonder how far this path of mine leads.

One more step to end it all, but no,
I have to carry on.
Must have guts to dare to look behind.

How many souls I have to send to hell
before my anger will be satisfied?
I know I will do this again.
Once I lived, three times I died.

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