Cadavers walking with their coffins on their shoulders. Where do they go when sunsets go out? Where do they go? No turning back... when you let your own essence get rotten... No salvation for shadows making ceaseless effort looking the other way... the opposite to the Horizons...
Where do they go when sunsets go out? When sunsets go out? When sunsets go out?
The only aristocracy is decency. But these cadavers chose disintegration. Dare to look! Dare to look at them! Look at them!
No more Horizons for the impostors of humanity... No rest for those who sold their souls for a few cents...
The Eternal brave heroes are looking down from above... They cannot believe what the see... They cannot fathom so much depravation, so much betrayal, decomposition...
Where do they go when sunsets go out? Where do they go when Horizons go out?
We do yo go sweet beggar? Are you ready? Are you?
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