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Dying you see the star falling

As if bloted the clues of chaos

In emptiness of grey eternity without any motivation

Dull by the cold, space is silent

In some kind of misunderstand

In some kind of dull complaint

About the destiny carried away by the stream

Like a blade of dry grass

Flying in the wind

You're watching the eyes of the past

Kamja-Tama-Jona

Kamon-Atam-Ajja

Colder than ice

Grislier than hate

Baser than fear

Darker than evil

Chilly grandeur

Of cheep irony

Of history like

Cold silk, light is breaking in your eyes

Kamja-Tama-Jona

Kamon-Atam-Ajja

Dying you see the star falling

As if bloted the clues of chaos

In emptiness of grey eternity without any motivation

Dull by the cold, space is silent

In some kind of misunderstand

In some kind of dull complaint

About the destiny carried away by the stream

Like a blade of dry grass

Carried away by the stream

Like a blade of dry grass

Flying in the wind

You're watching the eyes of the past

Kamja-Tama-Jona

Kamon-Atam-Ajja

Kamjatamajona

Kamonatamajja

Kamjatamajonakamonatamajja