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I My mind is unclouded At this moment But later I know The war will come again II Life is not an easy raod A risk a rider needs to take the black andelusian A mysterious breed The perfect animal For an imperfect human Hooves fit for a strong companion To carry us through the storm III Tick... Tick... Tick... Time is running out my friend Hours flying by Running out of time Nothin to waste Two minutes_ Not much time_ To midnight... Till death IV My lifestyle My deathstyle V Oh to feel nothing Not the sting of a broken heart Nor the pang of guilt That i feel within my cold pale body But to feel the breeze Caress my face To feel the warmth of the sun To chase the shill away