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Pentagram (Mezarkabul)
The Burden of the Past
We are the orphan children of God
Exiled hopes fallen from heaven
Everything has been the same since the first son of Adam
More or less like it used to be
Shadows watch us from afar
A land of tales that make us cry while laughing
Like a dream sealing tomorrow
The burden of the past doesn't fall off our shoulders
We are the broken dreams of God
The tired fate of the world's era
Eyes tied, knots that won't unravel
Breaths not running out
