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For whose advantage all beauty unfolds ?

Crimes of sorrow is possession it holds

Built with hate, unholy place

A kiss of filth in its cold embrace

Grievos perish without a spark

Choirs of the gods mere whispers in the dark

What will be still remains to be told

Like a veil of tears my blood runs cold

To find a way escape the fear and pain

To cut my wrists and bleed it all away

No left tomorrows, yesterdays

Whe all is lost shame will remain

Rejected past in a soulless time

No really dead, just barely alive

A thin line, but a burden to bear

Deliverance or a trip to despair ?

To find a way escape the fear and pain

To cut my wrists and bleed it all away

Left all alone in this emptyness

When all is lost

Come forward

Be the first one on the shore

Desperation will strike jus like before

It came down to this, now it's your turn

From the sea of death there's no return