Trist
Hellsaw
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Only a trist dream…
Overwhelmed by a dark haze
Heavy as a rock, crushed by its weight
A subtle cold breeze, constant, but yet unknown
Only a trist dream…
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No end, nothing to hold on to
My goal seems so far away
This lonely landscape
These dismal fields
And this burden too heavy to bear
Into eternity, into exhaustion – into death
I feel i’m trapped in an unreal sleep
That does seem to end
It will not end
I am dead