gates of darkness
and before them thirsty and wandering
And eat his face until he can not get hurt
Because he will swallow in the spirit of vibrating
But the gates of darkness await
And Curam will look forever
And all things are marked with him
And the fresh echo heard
Like there were memories
Like the good was the enthusiast
But since he is to go
And your advance end to fly
and the bother of judgment and follow them
in the way they were name
And call them, on their sides
to live and to put them
And the ice hears like
infiltrates through the suns
on all gates
And so only things are controlled to be done
And death won't separate
Because at the gate you will pass when you
And you are the dead
Passing until you threw her clean
by his name,
in target reserves.