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In Less Than No TimeThere is a kind of griefCan't be expressed by tears Nor yelled into the night On an empty field There is a kind of darkness Can't blind any eyes But fulfills the heart slowly And turns it into a coffin There is a kind of void That man can touch accidently And lose all faith in tomorrow In less than no time I am the man of Grief Of Void and of Darkness My heart turned into a stone My eyes last with no tears My faith lost and buried In less than no time |