Van de doodse dageraad tot het sterven van het licht
(Onder druk, gejaagd, versteven, zonder rust, belaagd, ontheven)
Sleept het leven,
Breekt het leven,
Keert het leven
Om het even
But look at the cities... Small and insignificant
Look at the tiny minds of people, helpless, selfish, arrogant
Are they worth it? All this suffering?
All the pain and all your thoughts?
In this speck of time and space, they get you burdened and unwrought.
Wijlen wij... We are the choir of grey, of painless solitude
Wijlen wij...
We call you out to ascend, be spread like drifting clouds
Wijlen wij...
We call you out to descend, among worms there are no doubts
There's no more peace than high and low
There is no peace in noisy crowds
Redemption is at hand
Just stop your time
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