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With a last croaking gasp, I came to you in darkest hourWeak limbs, nearly dead, my misty way seemed endless to meAn anguished path in dark bohemian woodsHope to escape the Miasma trackHear my words, don't retreat, while others fall I've got salvationThrough the banned mile I crept, hunted by eyes, I surely know too wellMy wounded bones haven't failed till nowAgainst the time that clasped my belovedSentenced to death by the fog of deceasedLike a merciless storm of hellish rageBy the life of mine, give me the dear serumBlessed be thy name, in the coming days of our recoveryIn the days of joy, when a cold wind will arise to scour the land and blow the stench awayMy wounded bones haven't failed till nowAgainst the time that clasped my belovedSentenced to death by the fog of deceasedLike a merciless storm of hellish rageWith a last croaking gasp, I came to you in darkest hourWeak limbs, nearly dead, my misty way seemed endless to me From Letras Mania