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The spiders walk
On my bear skin
Milions of legs
Run like stags

And they are building
The wall
The net of pain
My private fane

And I swim in grey
Water of suffering
From beneath me
The warmth is choking
And I'm smoking

My life in fag
The greatest gag
In the spacetime
I can't brathe
Pain is indeed
Covering my hair
Surface of water
Her gentle slaughter

And I see my soul
Floating behind
On the other side
Of liquid's drops
We are both dead
feelings have fled
We're the lovers

And we love the storm
And the dark clouds
Listen to the horn
Empty Death sounds
This is end of days
We've known
And I'm drown
In Her sparkling face