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As my inexistence escapes into this abyss
Searching for the mysteries of darkness
When the last snow felt
It will turn black as the rising dead sun

Hidden in shadows
Under crystal clear mystic sky
A sacred place absorbing the light
Spirits of dead sun guarding
The temple of endless obscurity

Cold thoughts burden here
Since thousand lunar nights
When the dead sun arise,
A storm of crows
Spreading with its fearless eyes..
..the beauty of darkness..

A forever lasting funeral of daylight.
Sinking in old tears of grief
as the ancient winds have told
this night will never end!

As my inexistence escapes into this abyss
Searching for the mysteries of darkness
When the last snow felt
It will turn black as the rising dead sun

..It will turn black as the rising dead sun...

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