Bog-Morok - Exequies

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Another morning, one more day for climbing up
It makes me wonder whether i will ever stop
Empty phrases, greedy faces make me sick with pain
So I try once again to wash this sticky dirt away

Now let me welcome you on exequies
Of dreams and things I believed in
Now let me welcome you on exequies
Where my existence just begins

Another evening, one more night without rest
As I wake I've to leave the place I'd miss
Wasted years, pointless tears make me feel pain
So I try once again to wash this sticky dirt away

Now let me welcome you on exequies
Of dreams and things I believed in
Now let me welcome you on exequies
Where my existence just begins

Just begins, just begins
Without you all...
Without you all...
 
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