25 September 2012
My death place, Ashes and smoke plough through, And it still makes my soul ache, But there wasn't a thing to do, The fog suffocates even the rain, It reminds me of all the tears, They had no right, I have a name, And only lived a couple years, No one could save me this time, Murderer, thief or friend, They now deserve only to die, And to forgive, I can pretend, The smoke and fire burns my eyes, There my soul begins to rise.
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Risen • Opuss № I