En sommar en gång värmen sveper igenom vi ler skrattande men ett lömskt lugn infinner sig någonstans i skogen grottan där vi lekte som barn en sargad kropp i evig sömn berövad livets gryning Vem var det som mördade honom Vem var det som tog hans liv ingen vet, ens idag kastar mörker över vår idyll Ett ljus som lyser ömt ta oss mot bättre dagar hans själ vandrar vidare vi går sakta tillbaka stigen leder oss hem dagen har lidit mot sitt slut vi försöker glömma mordet i grottan Vem var det som mördade honom Vem var det som tog hans liv ingen vet, ens idag
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A summer once the warmth sweeps through we smile laughing but a sinister calm presents oneself somewhere in the forest the cave where where we played as children a torn body in eternal sleep deprived of the dawn of life who murdered him who took his life nobody knows, even today casting darkness upon our idyll A light shining gently bring us towards better days his soul wanders on (to the afterlife) we slowly head back the path leads us home the end of the day is drawing nearer we try to forget the murder in the cave who murdered him who took his life nobody knows, even today