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Having forgotten about autumn we rush into winter
And get drown in cold emptiness
Having closed the hand over the warmth of our souls
For a moment
We recall the scraps of lies
And bitterness of loss
And death then has taken our souls
Why can't we get nor in paradise nor in hell
That's because we are the other ones
We are ghosts running into the darkness
They remember
Only the night and the road
And ahead ahead
Is only death
And no
That's not frightening
That's not the end of the jorney
There's no need to cry
This won't help
Because the tears are the moans of the soul
That will kill you soon
But the life could be so beautiful
Could be as sweet as taste of blood for a vampire
But we have choosen our way ourselves
And again and again we follow the road
Into the night
And once again having forgotten about winter and autumn
We get drowned into the darkness of the ages
