Oh, they are coming In silence they seem passing The portal to our ancestors No look behind in sorrow In honour they are leaving Knowing, I will follow So silent are their movements With pale faces of void But wellknown touch of closeness Paralyzed by the appearance I stand Even the smell of death is real No scream wakes me up from this nightmare No more quest of time, hour zero The court is open, certain the sentence Tonight my destiny will rise from the shadows Of my doubts Dead faces point my way I will follow as they say Passing the Portal Follow the child with the cross Follow the priest and the funeral march Look in the eyes of your past Tasting the smell of decay
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