Step by step, hell’s not tough!
Time to sun, hours to moon,
Like in winter thunder’s laugh,
We used to go right trough.
"Unholy demons"- that's what they said,
"The Black Plague"- that's about us,
When we went, through all the front lines
In the sight of their steadfast eyes.
May be what will be! What IS or yet gone long!
Tears and laughter- what else to live on?
And if you can't finish singing the song,
Why at least not write down one…

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