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In a lost dark world beyond eternity |
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Where phantasm has its origin |
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Where the shadows hunt the light |
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And no god enforces might |
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Lies the sin, the painful sin. |
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From the clouds above my eyes |
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Drop the tears that lead the way |
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To the entry of the hidden |
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Wither knowledge takes my brain... |
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Lead me to the kingdom of depths |
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Where silence is a form of life; |
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The day of decision recalls my thoughts |
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And prepares my mind to die. |
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Rising spirit baptises winds of |
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Foreign existence, black times' cry |
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Hills as a fragment of ancient breath and |
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As signs for the place where the ruins may hide. |
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In the centre of forbidden |
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Thoughts we meet and will defy |
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And the shadows will appear and |
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Their eyes will stand the fear |
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In the unknown reigns of darkened unknown lives... |
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Lead me to the kingdom of depths |
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Where silence is a form of life; |
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The day of decision recalls my thoughts |
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And prepares my mind to die. |
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The horror lives... below the holy fatherlands. |
