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My soul is merged with the rotting ceiling
And here I am at the moment broke their ideal apart
Smashed at the time , but they say that this is fortunately
Soul will quietly off to the next world

I'm dying over and over again I'm reborn
Now I dare , now I smile at death
I do not care what that says heart sky
Fire burns the soul , without seeing the victims of this victory

I walk over the corpses of I to its cherished goal
And becoming a nonentity in the shower all tired
There will come the dawn will come , and the time of my execution
Do not break the spirit is not broken the shackles on his wrists ...