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Tr. 1  March of the Dead

I know I can't change a destiny.
Now and forever.
So I chose that I have a nightmare.

 

Set our bodies ablaze.
A sign to be chosen.
God will call your name.

 

Call my name.
I'm sick of waiting.
Give me suffering.

 

Set our wills ablaze.
A sign to be noticed.
God saw your eyes.

 

I lost the light.
Bleeding my eyes.
Blinded by fear.
It just killed me inside.

 

I am the dead.
Nothing will remain.
Overflowing with suffering.
Let it be, You will come.
Welcome to the world of the dead.

 

Welcome to the world of the dead.
Call my name.
I'm sick of waiting.
Give me suffering.

 

Water surface, that I look up from the bottom of see.
(Someone is looking at it for the sky.)
Reaching for heaven to set me free.
God, tell me.
Why can I not catch it?

 

Cause I am the dead...
Cause I am the dead...

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