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A gate beyond the vissible.
A course under the shadows, cast by destination.
Thousand times I would die, and reincarnate
Inside my desires;
Inside a cursed land, chocked by misery.

The crimson sprout emanatesfrom the wounds,
And is cooled in the floor, like my own blood;
While my sword travels with the wind,
And sunset devours the brandish
Of the weapons.

My hate will explode!

The time consumes the forces of a beating heart,
Its Throb crackling in my mouth.
The blood emanates through my chest,
Flaming in my desires,
By the essence of my enemies.

The dance of hatred,
The age of the offsprings of my nightmares.
Will embrace the bleedingremains,
In the distant nightfall that devours the horizon.

Drowned in the frenzy, expectant for the blood,
The death pleads for the lacerated soul.
The insignias destroyed, the skin vanishes,
Just stay the atrocity incarnated in battle.

While the cold land sleeps,
The blood shelters the memories.
Under the black sun,
My departure has come.

My knees on the grass, without satiate the thirst,
That lives in my mind.
Remorse is for the deads,
They won't be forgotten.
While my destiny detaches of my dreams.

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