Echo the bells Distort the faces Smell fresh death Things you once knew Gather the few Nothing is left Black or white Day or night We go on See through the haze Death is only a phase But on and on There’s no dawn or night Forsaken by death itself A lifeless feeling forever I’ve felt Sweep from above and divine Only to have the left over of wine As bitter as it is It soothes my bloodied lips There is never end Nothing ends Death cannot even end Only to be forgotten is the end
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