The world at war, hate flows and now I'm questioning
We
One morning in the silence of nature
Two shadows dance in
Always in a state of evolution
Some people try to differ
On the shadows line where whispers creep
From the world above
Do you think they could have a secret agenda
An iron
To suffer when all hope is denied
Waged down by sorrow,
Days are passing, weeks are counted
Two weeks, four weeks, six
Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forest
In
Face suicide at the gates
Keep your evil away
From the mother
I watch the tears fall down
All I see now is
Here in a deadly maze, there is something hiding in
Two pieces of one kind we live our separated life'sOne
Deep under the mountain in the darkest of the forestIn
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