I come from a world that has caught fire
Drinking, I don't burn
I go out into the street remembering myself
There is nowhere to run anymore
The poison continues laughing
And the jester crying story
Thirst things
The news from the north
They don't tell me, they don't answer
But I see it
That in hell we will meet again
That in hell I will find you
Again, thinking that you were fine
And now you are going to die
Thinking that it was fine
And now I am going to die, me too< br/>The poison continues to enter
And little by little it consumes
Poisoning me
Those of us in the south are hungry
There is neither soul nor blood left
There is nowhere to run anymore
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