And once again it broke; not his heart but his hope. For his heart was already in pieces and now, his soul wanders in empty places. In the kingdom of peace, he is the Outcast.

Weltschmerz- World Sorrow

What will you breathe then? What will you breathe? When the air resounds with soulful cries; The laments of the dying and the desperate; And the cracking of the whip tearing a man's chest. The last breaths of the dead many, will only be left.   What will you drink then? What will you drink? …

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