20.01.04, 22:27 | #1 |
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My hope’s behind the dreadful mountains, My faith is moaning under whips… My life is spent, my strength is broken, My heart is burning – I am lost… I’m lost – this thought is sharp within me, I’m dead – ‘cause here there is no life, I’m at the brink, I’m at the border, I’m nearly senseless – but I live… I saw their death, and with my brethren I hurried to the sea – to flee… I saw Him frown, I saw them linger, I saw us leave… I saw him die! My father, taken by the madness, My sire, my King – he burnt in flame… My soul was torn in two, and now My mind is torn. Now it’s far worse… |
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