Текст песни CEMETARY OF SCREAM - Ironic

Road made of crosses
Way to the eternity
Symbol of the death
So ironic

But adored by the living ones
Crying their tears
Prying over
Over the cold stone.
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Here is the darkness
Just the panic of the weird reality
Desire of lasting
Incessant chase after the unknown.

I can feel it in my vein.
I can grasp this thin border between the dew.
Over the green grass
Whisper of the distant trees.

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