LYRIC

My mind's remains come to life again
While ny sould awakes from my sense's Night
But at once another dark's spreading around…
To feel if I were a dead…in Hell…
Cold and wet floor under my soles
And black walls're crying ever pain
If the Black walls cry…or is it the
Night…
Angels' chorus or Demons' shout??…

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