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The sense of time becomes a twisted force that punctures
the order of perception felt through one's own flesh
when the arriving time is near at the town's entrance.
Recall that death, from life, a different sense beholds

Cartographs are washed out
Map lines fade in mayhem
In the city of the spirits that took melancholia
Once they lived but extreme rancour blew their souls away

Citizens pass by each other stealth and silent
Not knowing their tardiness becomes corteges
Every so often they pull the hood of their shrouds
In timid glances their desire still emerges

Lanterns light no solace
Endless night is crushing
In the city of the spirits that took melancholia
Once they lived but extreme rancour blew their souls away

Now that our lives will no longer pursue their meander
Now that meaning comes undone and leaves no remembrance
Welcoming us with pure joy the underworld receives us
Night opens it's gates forever, now we farewell pain!

Cartographs are washed out
Map lines fade in mayhem
In the city of the spirits that took melancholia
Once they lived but extreme rancour blew their souls away

Lanterns light no solace
Endless night is crushing
In the city of the spirits that took melancholia
Once they lived but extreme rancour blew their souls away

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