On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake
One guardian is lost, one man understood Still dust on the crown like legend
On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake How many times the question passed? No matter first nor last Escape from earth to dungeon space Two eyes suffocated by pointing words
One guardian is lost, one man understood Still dust on the crown like legend
How many times the question passed? No matter first nor last Escape from earth to dungeon space Two eyes suffocated by pointing words
Let the existence of the devil sleep To see and feel what should have been given If the serpent wasn't hungry And she is ready to hold his sin
Farewell to the philosopher In a century of damned tales Age redolent of scorn with touchable things Scavenged only by the abnormal force Of the no choice
Still the sexton envenomed with fear in a funeral Full of lights and fervent happiness of ignorance
On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake
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