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Emissaries of the loneliness never look down
Their uncrying faces are turned to the bottom
Suffering from all the pain and the torment
They`re fed with emotions, sorrow and music are one
Witnesses of the failures will not see the sky
Destiny pulls them down-straight to the darkness
Relic of the past will bear the misery and passion
Comin` out of the holy cross
Fading away
There`s nothing left out of me