Opus Funerale inc. The Last Statement
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my spirit wonders places, where (your) god never goes weth no shape I fly, when the prophets just crawl and pray these empty words of their lord
so many brothers passed away from this world to the land of sorrow, away from this vicious land
arising of the northern gods hearing the sound of the night below this winding sky watching this meaningless fight
opus funerale.. take me back to the black dephts of earth to the land of sorrow, away from this vicious land
in death I´ve lost all, in life I had nothing from the earth I came, as earth I´ll become remember me and embrace my gone spirit below this freezing nightsky...let me go...
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