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Smell of death, creatures from a distant world

Dark territory, all become dark

Gloomy landscape, smell of putrefaction

World of the night, decadent existence

Only the dead can be heard

Their cries through out souls

We are all already dead

Covert communications, looking for a sign of beyond

Our minds do not understand death, our minds do not hear

Shout the dead’s music, looking for anything because I’m nowhere

I have always pain and nothing will change

What a horrible feeling that you’re not actually here

You are not useful, but you believe again

Because hope makes you alive, hope makes you die

I hurt all over, I cannot sleep

I am not hungry either thirsty

I want to destroy everything, invading everything

That is the war in my head everyday

This is my world, my life

Only the dead can be heard

Their cries through our souls

We are already dead

What a horrible feeling that you’re actually here

You are useful, but you don’t believe again

Because hope makes you die, hope makes me die