Masks concealed the real mourning
No noises were, were allowed
Misfortune came with large steps
Enveloped the future into a shroud
The bride wears
The bride wears black
The bride wears black tonight
Valleys got deeper and deeper
The summits disappeared in beautiful clouds
A path of sick infinity
Deep abysses are beside it
Traveled in endless trains
Try to solve my existence
Sins often pour temptation
Praised, hallowed, just lies
Traveled in endless trains
Try to solve my existence
Sins often pour temptation
Praised, hallowed, just lies
With voices to hear, inner futility
Be it true, be it my love
Coming to torture you
To torture you with my devotion
Masks concealed the real mourning
No noises were, were allowed
Misfortune came with large steps
Enveloped the future into a shroud
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