Struggle with emotion
Feel the pain burn deep
Within our nerves
The mourning of lost life
Commands our actions night and day
The foul realism is unleashed
Upon the earth we'll bleed
Banish all fond memories
As the lord beckons us to judgment
Degeneration is close at hand
The mortality coil is weaker
The pain is close to heart
Now leave the real world to your god
Cia taip kaip Uzkalniui duot pavertint koncervus & lasinius & pashteta ( aisku su uogiene) kur undermenshai valgo jei piggiai randa. Ar nenukentes Sahja morale?