At the time she promised, the amiable goddess curved her lip cape
On her head t'was the crown made of trembling stars and gloom poppy
High on the mysterious realm, she came down along the clouding road
Slowly, drifting down, she was in front of me
She lifted the hair, and the gorgeous face was drawing closer
In silence, she kissed on my lips, and eyes
We're running in the Asphodel Meadows.
Far beyond the hurtling carriage, and the sun moving backward
The sky was changing in the swirling clouds
The high-rise, once was a castle, built in the dusk, turned into a forest
When the dream drifted to the sea of stars,
Dyeing the repentance with the innocent color
Woods on earth were toward the holy spirits
Their blood was permeating on the sky
When the bitter sea surged to the universe
Pious hands were trapped in the maze
Light from the death, guided me to this place
Fiery affection flew to the paradise for dead
Sink to sleep, fairies tired of singing
The bards had protected, sunlight from the truth
It would be always shining,
the grass and door leaf far, far away
It covered the mortal world, my friends
In universe, a smiling planet
Golden rivers twined the golden panes
Time was singing in laugh. The night, would never fall
Thou granted those deceased bodies euphonic charm in forests.
Nightingales were singing in noon, resting on the gate lock of Maria's home
I was sleeping, though my soul was awake
Staring at the decaying arms and petals, and the prophecy blossoming on branch
At this moment, angels opened the gate of heaven
Wielding the swords, sighting Healing the blinds.
I soothed the wounds in the edge of chessboard
And the king was pierced by the befalling legions
Those on the land were singing the folk of the plague
Aroma from the asphodel pervaded away.
Again, I saw a melancholy poet
Taking the funeral wrong for a wedding
Satyr's chorus was stopped
He kissed the golden figures along the dead wagon
All the rotting bodies were turning cold
Thy souls would return to the sky vault
My love, don't get lost in the garden of thearchy
Great lions and a two-headed phoenix,
Shattering thousands of suns.
Angels fold wings,
to eclipse their half cheeks,
My slaves as the mourners' praying
Raising the Gestion of Invitation,
Over the Corona possessed
By the beast of Omni-Purity.
Now we mount gentlely –
Along a Aerial Ladder.
The shadows casted,
Shrouding the quarry between cosmos.
Kings fled from the flood of rage,
Rising those to Annu's Theatre.
But thou and I will survive,
Against the Peirasmos by Cherubim
Conjuring the waves of Cherub
Returning to the original continent,
We ascend,
To the aeon flames in the universe.
When you and the frigid, slept in the fragile bier
I stepped up waking through the innocence
When you and the hymn showered to the shining glory
I left along, sitting in the twilight

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