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Been thinking about Death recently. The Finality of it. The sheer power of death, destroying what life had taken years to create, in an instant. Death is the only constant in life, an unescapable vortex into which we are drawn, without pause, without fail.

The faint blaze of the candle of my life,

slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain.

No sparks of hope inside,

no shooting stars on my sky.

On broken wings, no flying height...



Another night, another demise,

Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...

I`ll let the wind blow out the light

cuz its gets more painful every time i die.



Out of strenght to fight.

I cannot take another night.

I cannot take it no more.

Lust of light slips through my fingers

like blood on my arms.

Black candle wax has buried me...



Another night, another demise,

Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice...

I`ll let the wind blow out the light

cuz its gets more painful every time i die.



[Children of Bodom:Every Time I die]