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Epilog:

We are alone.

We are ashes

Of the end of life.

Our excess life.

We are anguish.

We are ending

Of your suffer time.

Take off light.

Once upon a time in forgotten place

Grew beautiful strong oaks.

Rain and the sun washed their curly leafs

And the silent swallow's flocks.

Full of sorrow

The flowertale.

Take our love in

Our last day.

Everyday everytime every piece of life

Handsome trunks told to their crowns.

Virgin thistle bloomed at the foots of trees

And one leaf from oak fell down

Hello friend.

I'm glad your trust.

Do you hear

Sound of death?

(Guitar solo)

Mortem hic est pro

Amare de flos

Where is Eden? Not the prey.

I am nothing. I couldn't help.

Your lakes are dried and the trees are frayed.

I am cold slick shade.

Why the violence, inhumanity

Our flowers cry as you can see.

No more tears and cry, let our flowers die.

I've to take revenge and grief.