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killing, died, I so then suffered. I became immortal, but in a shower still a vein the person, But to kill - there is my destiny, a damnation for all century. Searched спасенье, but нашела for suffering and a pain. And eternally to live now to me with it, with the covered with wounds soul. And with each new one hundred years, In night lived by me, Stradanja were multiplied in me. I проклята, I the derelict … On heavens to me not to get and in a hell of a way to me wasn't present, I have between heaven and earth got stuck on hundreds years. The world changed, light, in it people, cities changed... But неизменена, it is lonely only there was I. And behind itself bearing I death more and more I suffered, But it is an essence there was I - what to do I didn't know. I didn't want to take away life, repeating myself: "Постой". Whom now I only became. I a flesh without spirit, I empty. I the fallen angel, on hands innocent many blood. I wander from century to century, without finding love. Now I an echo, an echo, a shade, only отраженье the Night murderer I am centuries a vampire with душою the person.