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A cold dawn of autumn And the blood announces the worst As the deepest sorrow comes We begin to ride... on death's horse The woods seem to hold our room Covering the light inside the womb The ten percent begins to be true The standards abandoned us She discovered our paradise Turned it into pale void Our love this time is not enough Our faith is useless So please take care of our little blood Oh earth and water... Nowadays we follow The doctrine of the hidden mourning As an internal deep wound pain is dressed as fake joy Everyone seems to enjoy their luck While we drown in a lake of loss Letras de cancionesThe ten percent begins to be true The standards abandoned us She discovered our paradise Turned it into pale void Our love this time is not enough Our faith is useless So please take care of our little blood Oh earth and water... Statistics against dreams, they mock tragedy Life... You betrayed us Time... Could you cure us? Blood... Come back to us Probability rules the earth... it Rules death From Letras Mania