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Born From The DeadIn streams of a cemetery rainI dig a grave of truth With uncertainty Shadows of trees farewell a peace On the earth of ashes and memories I'm leaving tired booking at a distance In my eyes gather clusters of hate Standing on the edge Of reality I'm falling Maybe on the bottom I'll meet kindred spirits Path of death doesn't go by On canvas smearing of blood Someone is waiting for me Bored of continuous dreams Smearing with mud of the past With difficulties I raise my hope Thoughts contaminated With innocent lies Stay in the eternal suffering |