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My death paints the welkin
When the sun begins to fade away,
Red and black, the reflection of my dying rage.
The world is drifting into the cold embrace,
Whispers wail from the depths where I lay.
“In a circle of candles he lays, dying he tries
To reach a higher state of mind.”

My soul is bound with chains of despair,
As I clench my teeth I see the visions so clear.
Redemption that awaits me,
In delirium I search,
With my bloody eyes I cannot see.
“With fingers he touches the iron soul.”

I rip my flesh and release my wine,
I free my soul into the sky.
Oh fathers! I set my soul free.
Oh fathers! Everything is as it’s meant to be.
Dance of the souls high in the sky,
Dancing in a vortex to complete the sacrifice.
Storms burst out from everywhere
As my soul enters another sphere.

Now I can reach the stars,
I possess the knowledge, there is no more why.
Drifting through the knowledge, there is no more why.
Drifting through the soundless space,
Now I see the exit in every universal maze.

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