Slaves of time we have left Creeper that strangles through praise Limited prorogation In an infinite universe Truth equates to the sun And the cold soaks the bones In meadows bath in blood Children pretend to be grown
Death is a lure (Damocles' sword is lurking) To those who don't want to go (Under it) Prolongation where to decease (Is something technical) Where not to born (no one's permit it)
When the monster wept (Silver leaves) We drowned our dreams (In the dried sea of agony) Where only red is
Blood in a perennial quest Through life, war and death Clean this world of madness To we not see nightmares prevail
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