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The trip started
Through the painful circles

The only light is that of fire
the Time killed the hopes

Brought from his body
To buried and eternal shadow

The abandoned life
his own volition
Suicide is a great consolation
In the longest and coldest nights

Like the deep depression in the soul
Dark and long claws
Of the most infernal depths

They found the form
To get here
And drag it to the mouth
Of suffering and darkness
Through the painful circles
The only light is that of fire

the Time killed the hopes

Brought from his body
To buried and eternal shadow

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