Folkvang - Massacre


Those loud words are only darkness
But this darkness is artificial.
There's no use in further countdown
For the emptiness wrapped the back.

Massacre!

Everything that's real
Will always be unclear.
The greatest achievement
Is to get closed in the ring.
The new road is in thickets,
The end is not the beginning,
There is no need to
Discover the known.

For you, neverthless...
For your own flight
The roads do not hide,
Find the only one that's yours.

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