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Opus Funerale

My spirit wonders places
Where your god never goes
With 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 back depths of earth
To the land of sorrow
Away from this vicious land

In death I have lost all
In life I had nothing
From the earth I came
As earth I will become
Remember me and embrace my gone spirit
Below this freezing nightsky
Let me go...

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