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On the field

Obey the hate, And it shall make you great
You're dead you're gone but the memory lives on
It's true it's fate, In stone you've left the date,
You're dead you're gone and the next one goes your son

The Journey Lust

Once again, can you sense the road's mystical might
Illusions and hopes, all in vain
once again I seem to be blazed under lights
blackened soul when it's gone once again

The Loss

קינה

Slightly fainted she says one last phrase
without breath she is caught in the sleep
not a sign of her long wasted grace
this time the cut was too deep

Waiting for the rose

Morning sweet morning
One end for the mourning
Another beginning shall then take its turn
With the new painful day which just aches to be born