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Şarkı Sözleri Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness Leading to me If I am haunted Then you will see Searching the darkness And emptiness I'm hiding away from the sun Will never rest Will never be at ease All my matter's expired so I run There falls another Vapor hands released the blade Insane regrets at the drop Instruments of death before me Lose all to save a little At your peril it's justified And dismiss your demons As death becomes a jest You are the laughing stock Of the absinthe minded