Abandoned souls dwell beyond the membrane of life
While the race goes on in false joy and heavenly lies
Hiding from the world of light
Every dawn could be the last rite
Shadows of darkness surround them
They have chosen the paths of obscurity
Solitude empress their world of dusk
Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.
Don't disturb the melancholic souls
Sometimes they unfortunately cross the path of the rats
And observes a abhorrent way of wasting their pathetic lives
Spit at the world of light
Every dawn could be a release
Shadows of darkness surround them
They have chosen the paths of obscurity
Solitude empress their world of dusk
Vague recollection is the only that remains of the living.
Don't disturb the melancholic souls

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