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Among empty fields of eternity
When you are all alone and forgotten
And time seems so real to you
She is waiting with open arms
You are trembling like legs of the hanged one
In the last hour of his grey morning
Covered by the malevolent shadow
Your world is a feast in the name of her glory
She always shall be
The salt in the wound
The poison in chalice
The sharp dagger in the night
Caress your name
By million tongues of her dreadful lust
She will set you free
From the greatest weakness and ills
Like love and kindness
Like senses, compassion and mercy
With her vile smile
Let she take you away
She always shall be
With crying mother near the empty cradle
The last arrow for the warrior
The silver coin for the thief
The day of the greatest bliss
For the hollow, cursed, lifeless
What will remind of you?
There was nothing human inside, when you lived
In all hours of sorrow and misery
In all Hours of treason and backstab
Be relentless, obsessed and wild
And never ask for mercy
In all hours of sorrow and misery
In all Hours of treason and backstab
Remember love of her jealous heart
And she will take your hand in morning mist
She always shall be
Conscience of this world
Worship her splendor and might
And she will hold you in eternal glory …of her embrace

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