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In the fire it burns the fear.

The memory runs away in dark places

In the fire it burns the fear

In dark places it consumes the tragedy,

in a nightmare without return.

A man walking

to the loneliness of soul

Without it everything would be simpler.

Only the sound of a requiem

can wake up you from the reality

you are not protagonist of your existence.

Only the sound of a requiem

can wake up you from the reality

Only the voice of an angel

can wake you up from the sleep

You have never in hand your life

someone believes that you are not worthy.

In the fire it burns the fear.

The memory runs away in dark places.

The sound of a requiem... and you are finally quiet.