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The sensation of melancholy
as i enter the real of the dead
I feel as hard as the agony
to the end death.
Now this converted into a spirit
walking among the world of the living,
living.
with the desire to live again
have a bory and soul this manifiest in my dreams
in my dreams
I see his eyes tears of blood
i hear agonizing shouts as if they were
wild wolfs in the cold and black night,
and black night.
I feel his hands touch me,
an unteasdy pulse, an endless tremble,
caussed by total suffering
suffering.
I wish to wake up from this nigthmare
but this comdemned soul posseses me
I don't let me wake up to the reality
of wich i belong.
I feel his pain comining from his heart
for not being able to live.
He tells me his torment
is greater when he walks a among
the world of the living.
The spirit will forever remain in this world
trying to live
among the living
the living...