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On the dwelling dark
of the lost souls
the screams rise
from the silence
and every second
will be converted
in centuries of
desolation.

Is there so deep
where the light of the stars
don't reach to arrive
and the sun will outshine
everlastingly
the yield of his throne
to the moon
(Queen of the night).

Don't remains nothing
no hopes, no mirths
only I have the wish
to die forever
and sleep between
the silence of the
ancient ruins.

But all is senseless
every dream to be
left behind
and every illusion whitered
only flames, oblivion and
silence.

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