At the beginning of a journey, confidence marks the path
But soon all hope seems long lost
The later our clock threatens to strike
A traveler on his way
Follows the bleeding red horizon
With the ballast of old days on our shoulders
However, the end usually remains uncertain
Strength-sapping and grueling
What was always takes its toll
In the In the darkest hour I try to catch a glimpse
of what no longer seems to me for a long time
We are marching to a beat
and wearing robes of pain
offering our sacrifice
lead by our demons
Life is a hungry creature
crawling up your back
We are walking shadows
(you know you are) dead from the beginning
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