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The deathbed was bending towards him, mocking and not moved to pity at all for what he was feeling inside. And his mother rocked him, taking him to his new hell. I was counting the passing ones... I had already seen as many as one couldn't believe. While looking at the freezing scene, I didn't feel tears fall down any longer and my life was longing for flowers and some careless lust for vengeance. I never found the land of God, or... may be... I've been walking on it so many times, wearily. When the night falls, the most beautiful son is making for his own cross and, on the cold asphalt, he starts feeling his sorrow. Aus Songtexte Mania