Conscience dies in murder's hand,
Goodness rots in severe souls,
Will we reach the Holy Land?
Will we fill internal holes?
Where is happiness today?
Where can we discover light?
In the abyss of betray?
In the deep and horrid night?
What the border of our fall?
When we finish all this mess?
Answer, Lord, and point a goal
Сover us with golden stole
Show the quit from this distress
Answer Lord...
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