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The strength grown up upon the remains of the wise thoughts |
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The greater faith from the most ancient depths |
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Drenched in blood by the fault of insane |
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Just sleeeping it was and reacking for its tops |
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The call of the macrocosm, a chilling chant |
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When the flask remains the only excuse to stay here |
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Death hasn't been studied yet and the life still hasn't died in pain |
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With the knife, with the runes to cut your veins |
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An empty void a temple of endless sleep |
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Infinity and darkness an empty void |
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A song of the ice and the stars that ring on this blackness |
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A touch of cold, an empty void |
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The thread of fate is burning with a brightest light |
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One day it shall get tired of burning |
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And shall fall down, on the wings of glory shall it echo |
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Here is your threshold and Algiz it fell into the shades |
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The stardust is calling to the most distant fars |
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And only our waiting keeps this endless night alive |
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steel cold wind pierces us with its breath |
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Through the pain shall you perceive delight of birth memories |
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Of the greater past are drowning in blood |
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Material world has awaken and touched spiritual cosmos inside |
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War, endless war, where the soul smothers the flesh |
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Where all the creation ruins creator, war, endless war |
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The clocks of my heart counts down the remained days |
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The beginning is gone to the unseen fars to meet the death without regrets |
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To knock at the door yet not to stay, just to look back and simple to the gods |
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Then to return to the coldness of cosmos |
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Now live in the flame of everydays suffering is it the punishment |
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Solitude and the seeds of revelation it's my Weltanschauung |