Now, when every road, quiet, calm and silent, sadly leads your steps to the unknown.
Let there be ice. Let there be cold.
In the dance of snow, something blue and white, glitters like the bright tears of dawn.
Let there be night. Let there be God. Just let him save the key to the Pearly Gates for me!
You left with the angels, leaving me behind, waltzing with some strangers, so deaf and so blind.
Now my time is dead and your mercy sleeps on the creaking gallows of my love.
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