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Lost and betrayed
You never tried
The fruit is gone. Your soul is dying
The shadows of Apocalypse are crawling fast
With empty eyes you are bounded by the past

Slowed by tempestuous winds of sand
You cannot even see the palm of your hands
Drowned by the dense dust of time
Only waiting for the last remaining sign
Nowhere else to walk but towards the dusk
With nothing more than your withered husk

Still persecuted by visions and tormenting bells
Your wishes come true in this dying life of living hell
But! You finally escaped the flock
And behold, you stand at the door and knock.

No matter if your soul is burning or frozen
So the last shall be first, and the first last;
For many are called, but few chosen.
A never-ending walk in this path of madness.
If therefore the Light that is in you be Darkness…
How great is that Darkness!

“Whoever exalts himself will be humbled,
and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.”

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