Your body is imprisoned in gray cold earth
in soil under the shadow of a tombstone.
In restless sleep lies an ancient brother
a sister came straight from the cradle.
Buried through years after years of death
paid the last respect,
buried through times of regret and distress
your worthy lineage crumbles.
Your ancestor's soul is seeped out
in loamy soil in the shadow of gravestones.
Your ancestor's spirit struggles in the soil
p? the stone is Fred carved.
Souls strive and long for the wind
they are pressed in leaden earth.
The souls of the children, of the man and the woman
they long for the wind, where it grows.
Your family is imprisoned in gray cold earth
in soil under the shadow of tombstones.
In restless sleep lies an ancient brother
a sister came straight from the cradle.< br/>You step on? frost-frozen leaves shattering
you stand there in the shadow of the tombstone.
They feel your nearness, spirits are drunk
and blast their ghost into the cold.
Souls struggled and longed for the wind
they lived in leaden soil.
The souls of the children, of the man and the woman
they longed for the wind, where it grows

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