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Grim Shreds
Somebody help me I shout, I cry in despair My hand reaches out But touches only air. Fortunate once, now six feet under I hear the silence like a thunder, Just laying down all cold I wonder if I'll live to grow old. Hurt by my twisted mind Tormented soul, thrown away In darkness I go blind Unable to find my way. Scratching the dirt of my tomb I breathe the dust of doom In a hopeless try for light I plunge back into the night. Love is long gone And emptiness is filling the void Away, I see the Hell’s dawn And everything destroyed. I surrender to the grave No fight, puppet of madness Thrown in a corner of a cave, And all remained is sadness.
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