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I walk along paths of my exile but death is just half of them infinite are hours of time torn out of night when i lie burning in restless, painful yearning listen to knocks of pulse, rhythym of my heart and feels without trouble, that this is last hour darkness drops fat, throttling with folds bowls aloud call for poison in honour this, which not one can see source does fills quickly behind the back this, which not one can see Aus Songtexte Mania