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Come to me…
Down here, eternal freedom is yours
In my realm, bliss awaits you
All your sorrows shall fade
Oh my treasure
Oh my compulsive urge
Come to me….

Ahh
Stench of transience
At the bottom of my heart


Purifying determination in total darkness
Our charged relic of salvation raised
Not for those who may be [everything]
No for those who are cold

The lower principles that demolish the veil
Get dissolved by unbearable pain
A tragedy of spirits crawling
In that fog, created by filth

Unspoken disasters, too real to be prey
May bleed their words throughout distant flames
Widows – bashing – midnight – terror
About time to deny this torment

So we, the falling ones – now gathered
Fervently chanting the hymn of death
Reaching for soul liberation
The loss – the fading

It’s been a long road obstacled by lights
Cruel illusions of fraud, fragile dignity
Cold kings from insanity
Now with the shadows, the hymn – of death!

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