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Floating in the air

As formless spectres

Born through death

Cursing their sad destiny

That never seems to be possible

Filled with envy and rage

Towards those alive

Driven by lust

That's never satisfied

Longing to feel

Things now lost

Pouring their venom

Into the victims' dry throats

Living through them

To feel once more

Difficulties too harsh

No reason found to continue

The journey as a stranger

Peace lies beyond the cold soil

River of blood

Did not carry far

Chains too strong to break

Still bound to suffering

Endless stream of images

Tormented by those last thoughts

Of fear and doubt

No peace found under the cold soil