Living behind the black side
To climb the ladder to peace
I wrote a new Sabbath:
Farewell songs to all dead past
This fever of guilt
Just put crosses on our back
Each way runs away from course
And each road looses its north
So cut out the damned half
So strange nightmares under the waters
And guilt didn't let you emerge
Didn't let you see
That the past was what it should be
Our ways have crossed themselves
To show us how we can love today
The only time that really maters
Pardon of soul
Brings a heart back to life
One divine step along the way

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