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Here comes the desease,
quicker than ever yelling out the end
Reaping a lifeless harvest
it keeps the death flags flying
Shows its wonderful and terrible self
in the augural sterylities is
Triumphant as a king
in the black entralls
And its spirit livesin them, in a inner cancer of disguise
But this is a horror we cannot bear witness to

The flight of the winged shadow
Is what I sworn I will always take care of
The highest visions that we should be heirs of
Are dethroned by the miasma demou

Face the misery therefore you can deny it
Cassandra is waiting on the door and she knows perfectly
That average of them is going to surrender to its great strenght

Now there on the fields
hovers a certain smell of death
The groan that it heaves
wakes up the last sense
And drunk with certainties
they enrich Hades of sobs and weepings
Darkness all hides
while the smokes rise
And its spirit dawns in them in a hypnotic silence disguise
But a dance will follow as we toast to its birth

The flight of the winged shadow
Is what I sworn I will always take care of
The highest visions that we should be heirs of
Are dethroned by the miasma demou

Cassandra is waiting on the door and she knows perfectly
That someone of us won´t surrender to its great strenght

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