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A game for die. The end are rised. To see our Death at last upcoming we called to the pain to a last scape away. The Death never surrender. The end arrive and storm and fire begins. A sad cry, an rised. The realm of the Death are spread in our time and again... I Buried the seed of our pride in the world that you dream, We'll never be free this pain. Bloody winds of fire it'll touch the moon. Father bring back our souls. A game for die. The end are rised. To see our Death at last upcoming we called to the pain to a last scape away. I buried this seed to be free in a time in solitude Aus Songtexte Mania