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The Light illuminates the darkened cells of life
The Wave banishes the past
The Dream evokes a spirit flux
The Passion unites self with the now

And as a storm it arises
Fervour that once was...

...Passion - now shrouded in hatred,
Burnt by frustration, rusted in acid rain
On avenues swarming with with scoundrels and knaves
Kneeling before their lust as whores and slaves

Spawn of the night - drain my spirit!
In my veins boils the sap of a satyr

The minutes they melt in to hours
The hours they melt in to days
The past melts into the Now
One leaves the Now
When passion is lost along the winding path

And the storm feeds
The fervour that is now

A myriad of lights shine again -
But still in my veins flows the poison of mandragore

"´Memory is but pain trying to resurrect itself´,
but what is there to resurrect when I can´t remember.
God I hate this fucking darkness.
Where did I loose myself?
I have forgotten now for I feel weary.
Fuck, I have to focus..."

...to find the Now
And once again these weary eyes
Through life blinded by Passion´s demise
Are afire zeal of Eros´ shrine
Burning the darkness like fires divine

Spawn of the night I shall be no more
For in my veins boils the Spirit of All Life

The storm and the fervour
As a gyre of passion
Encompass my mind

The Light transcends the darkness
The Wave corrodes the fetters of agony
The Dream evokes the wisdom of Anima Mundi
The Passion unites the self and the Now

And as I leave the darkness
I leave without hatred and without sorrow
Without anger or tears for tomorrow
And though I may never return here
I shall never fade away for

I shall live
Forever
In these words.

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