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A glass of red wine ... a thin and pale light
painting formless shadows
on the opaque walls of the coldest hall
but there's no fire to warm us
from the freezing winds ... that bring us the blame
with shameless thoughts
No one can hide from the bloody claws
that amplify our pain

This torment is just ... for those
who still among the living
Only the dead ... can rest
Eternally ... and quietly

No one will find a safe place in the earth
the unknow fears will be real
and no one can run from the hungry eyes
of his chaotic majesty

The lethean river ... will drown the paradise
with your dark waters ... full of lost souls

It's been the year of terror
of feelings more intense than terror
When the plague spread his wings
Rising from the slumber of blindness

Nameless pestilence...

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