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Years are gone without resistance

In strict yearn of outdistance

Life was stood in for existence

Stained in salty rust

We prefer to drown in penury

Wipe off days by future emery

Fill the urns by ashen memory

Bitter old age's dust

Taste the fusion of illusion and avoided solution,

Fill the fear of the feeling a foretoken through the faith

In the walls of weather everyday we forged chains and loosed them

Interfering with the past on bridges that we incinerate

Feeling aeons in the seconds that we gathered the whole life

Feeling sand that streams so slowly through our faintly trembling hands

We can take with us not more than handful

To the nothingness

Years are gone without resistance

In strict yearn of outdistance

Life was stood in for existence

Cold and crimson-lit

Past mistakes are now referring

To all naive lies we swear in

And perpetual is staring

When we step on it