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"By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule –
From a weird wild clime, that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space – out of Time."
-(Dreamland, Edgar Allan Poe)-

Crafted by Chaos
Textures of Hatred
Rendering our Souls
To the Death and Beyond

Take my poisoned thoughts and spirit, bath them in the pool of Grace,
and give my blood to the Earthly goddess ,so that I may see her demise.

Carry me Through the Event Horizon,
down below the layers of the nothing,
true light awaits thee...
Carry me over...

Over the astral plane or on the Earth,the hour grows darker
Souls are pitched in blackness, time will never heal
What never meant to meat existence
Cruelest course of our Tears and the Moment of Forgiveness

Beneath the roots of the world tree...
Down beneath the beginning of time,
She hides the truth from a golden whip
Under protection and buried deep

By a road common and crowded
Treated by the Demons of power
Where Halo, named Light
On a White throne serves your fight
You have watched these lands of Lion
From distant Hills of Zion
Through structured program dir
Between the Freedom and Fear

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