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Into the world of the golden shimmering mist
Where there are no points of compass, no here and there
And nothing is tangible and yet so opaque
The black book lies open and reveals the future

Unknown letters form strange words but they fall from your dead lips
Blessing consuming curses in blackest tongues of reapers
Skeleton horses once so proud, forever bound to their burden
Dissonant choirs chant strange names, steps of invisible horror

For we are the plague, for we are the one
For we are insane, for we are the one

For we are the plague, for we are the one
For we are insane, for we are the one

All I see is burning fields and deceased forests
Dust is raining on the ruins of too many dying castles
On unforgivable mountains of bleached bones, it rests
Under the endless blood red sky, from forbidden fables
Pitch-black tentacles engulf all remaining souls
Severe chains that are binding their mortality
Bleak pale specters conquer brightest minds
Until nothing remains of humaneness, and of humanity

And the forgotten is the truth (all knowledge is emptiness)
Memory is the last torment (as you fall in unableness)
All wide open eyes blind (blackened by ignorance)
Muted tongues cry out deaf (chopped up by all the lies)

The deepest trenches empty in the midst of nothingness
Comes the last recognition, the purity of wisdom
For we are the plague, falling in eternity
For we are the fate, failing in divinity

And the earth will breathe. Storm of redemption
Freed from ancient plague, times of renewal

And so begins infinity

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