Walking on a broken glass of one's tortured soul 
These shadows tell me of a pale forgotten age 
Exploring new horizons of exhaustion 
I lip my tongue, lip with bleeding thorns 
And they do sparkle, they do shine 
With a light of their own, a light you cannot see 
I leather phantoms with a bloody cream 
As they gently shriek... 
Elemental rain covers all with tears 
Exguisite fire burns up to the purple throne 
I desired to be mine 
Valleys of wonders i walked 
And saw the child of light i savagely torn apart 
Where would this path lead me to 
And where wolud my craving end 
Weird planets and no less strange encounters 
Veiled as widow's mourning caress 
Enchanting streams of madness... 
I feasted at, bathed in 
Those of which i've been a teartained messiah 
Seemingly equal axioms proved to be wrong 
Thousands and thousands faces... ... yet no one real 
Would you dare to believe me as you once 
Believed yourself 
Wolud you dare to know 
I mourn you 
As I once mourned myself 
Mourn you... you, my mind which is nor 
No not anymore 
Primal instincts, three scavengers of sorrow 
Bewitching? oh no 
Where do I head? 
Some starnge place beyond the reach of imaginations 
Imaginary hell? 
Everything's possible, right after 
Nothing took a place of me 
I keep on travelling ever further 
And further on 
Further on into the upheaval 
Of insanity 
I rejoice and suffer... in this shivering prison shell 
Oh what a poor triumph 
Chaos out of oreder and order out ot chaos 
What a stellar path for me bethroned with 
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