..Thinking of you..
I walk alone on this road
beacause i have nothing left
I get closer to the entrance of hell with each step..
I breath in the ashes from the Daze of War..
Trying not to cry..as i walk cold and sore..
Even though the flames of Hell burn my skin..
What is there to live for...
I walked right in..
Death will be easier with something to do..
..Constantly burning..
..Thinking of you..
beacause i have nothing left
I get closer to the entrance of hell with each step..
I breath in the ashes from the Daze of War..
Trying not to cry..as i walk cold and sore..
Even though the flames of Hell burn my skin..
What is there to live for...
I walked right in..
Death will be easier with something to do..
..Constantly burning..
..Thinking of you..
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