The gates of yami
samuarai standing himself
midsummer midst rain.
mist o'er the field,
my steed running the graves,
the reaper is on my trail;
'Why O, Lord now? ' I cry to the heavens;
Then as the thunder comes
I go like the sands of time.
The reaper on my trail,
I go like the sands' time
midsummer midst rain
soon enough the deed the olden
passes me by nocturnal.
My steed stops before the church;
my feet shake
like the earth as I fall.
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