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Life is a breath
Drink in it's beaker
Soon [bad word] death
And between columns
Reqiuem will be solemn

We are the worms
Who gnaw your bones
And your soul transform

Angels calling in my dream
In my eternal dream

Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows it's trip?
Where will go the ship?

In the end of the way
Is there some hope?
Why have I to pray?
Where is life's rope?
Caronte will sail
Will not stop his gale

Nothing I am
Dust, you will be
Forever damned

Devils screaming in my dream
This is their blasphemie

Beyond the sea
Grey melancholy
Who knows it's trip?
Where will go the ship?

Who wants to know the [bad word] 
Since the life is a [bad word] 
Only you mist believe in you