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There is a passage. |
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A sparkling gate to a world unknown. |
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Many paths to walk upon. |
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Roads that are not for humans. |
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Visions of a long forgotten land. |
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A world untouched by man. |
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Below is the pit of cold winds. |
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A place where hollow anxiety reigns. |
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Cold is the universe of intense wishes. |
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An eternal emptiness. |
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Infinite is the longing. |
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The wish to enter this passage. |
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Intense is the wish that won`t fade away. |
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Longing for the ultimate fire. |
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The suffering in the valley of death. |
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For ever the flames will eat your flesh. |
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I need no suffering flames. |
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That I have experienced here on earth. |
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Send me into the great inferno. |
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For it is there my soul belongs. |
