In bad times when growing weak with age
A sickness torments the body
Everyone has damned his god to hell
The most important thing is to live
Knowledge, even when cruel,
Can't be hidden, thoughts hurt
Thoughts on a short life,
Love and salvation
Sad souls are walking through the darkness with their suffering
Bad visions from ancient times about our extinction
I, sentenced to waiting,
Am wading in the puddles of tears
How many times did I see the streams of tears,
When people cried for those whom they had loved
Cruel truth, can't be changed, we might be mad,
Life means dying from it's beginning
Cold feelings, when death's coming-we've been forgotten
Fragile hearts refuse joy-we've been sentenced

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