The wind is blowing, high on the hills
Leaves are falling down to the fields
Vultures pecking flesh... on my dreams
Meat begins to rot on the hills
Bodies lying there, in the seas
Vultures on the sky disappear
The sun is falling apart... on my dreams
Shades of grief to protect my eyes from the shame
Agonizing light!
Shades of grief to defend my eyes from the sun
Burning by the light of the Abyss

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