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[Damned souls:]
You sinked into the abyss of an endless dream:
a floor of hollow essence of the miracle of life.
The life of the lost souls blooms from the ground,
while their memories drown into the hope of light.

This is the floor of essence, ruled by wrath of emptiness.

Isn't that the story of your existence?
Isn't that the picture of your destiny?
Deprived of awareness, scorn, forsaken,
embraced the sorrow, in the last sacred breath.

[Lucretia:]
The sound of the lost souls tolls as it shines
like a candle blows out the hearth of its life.
Seal of the memories lost in time,
lives in an aura made of tears.

[Oblivion:]
Follow me inside the chaos, follow me through this madness,
in the abyss of very sorrow; if your soul will be set to the truth.

Drift with me, I'm Oblivion, come to the theater of the sin.
The play of the memories begins in the dance of their deeds.

[Lucretia:]
I hear the records in the echoes of their past life,
there is a trial about my heart,
down in a den of my shattered, sealed core,
where the truth should be living.

[Damned souls:]
Down in the depth of the abyss. Corrupted, infected, tainted by sins.
Down in the depth of your heart, forsaken, Oblivion lives.

[Lucretia:]
I will follow you. You will be arisen.
As the candle blows out the hearth of its life;
it is turning matter into a new life.

The sound of the lost souls tolls as it shines
like a candle blows out the hearth of its life.
Seal of the memories lost in time,
lives in an aura made of tears.

The sound of the lost souls tolls as it shines
like a candle blows out the hearth of its life.
Seal of the memories lost in time,
lives in an aura made of tears.

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