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Rising my soul Pleased by you God

Covered faces may be mocking at

I stare at the remains my pride got hurt

Of a twisted reality my honour got blurred

So many times I feel a sweet pleasure

Empty memories behind blazing like a treasure

Lines of flowers waited, heavy scent around

Distant memories created, tears hit the ground

The credence table is creation on the brain

To have an eyeful that you're doing bloody stain

Tiny row of mourners walking in a daze

Everybody's minds hide the stone-cold face

Slowly marching feet reckoning in ward

The pace of my groovy dying heart

So many times I feel a sweet pleasure

Empty memories behind blazing like a treasure

Lines of flowers waited, heavy scent around

Distant memories created, tears hit the ground

Death's not black get over your fears

Look her bride's gown she'll be your mate down

You either go to Heaven or take Hell

Life's burden, death is sudden spell

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells

So many times I feel a sweet pleasure

Empty memories behind blazing like a treasure

Lines of flowers waited, heavy scent around

Distant memories created, tears hit the ground

Countless scars along my moulder flesh

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells

People going to the mourning poker glad

Listen to the bells, listen to the bells