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When my ever bleeding body stops its journey
On the Royal bridge between life and death
My psyche turns and berserks into a vicious attack
Black watery limbos calling from below, as above

The mythical paradise often told to man not to be reached
by body nor spirit, never
But the inner entity to be violently cast down into the unknown
by the hand of the Lord

Tenebrous towers shining their blackest glory
At the both sides of that bridge
Storming a burning breeze towards my devoted heart
This really is my end
No afterlife to experience, no life at all to sense
This really is my end

Yet my mind's eye open
seeing the moving rock and flaming ice
seeing the brightest night with closed dead eyes

That invitation is pulsing
Now stronger than ever before!
First whispering
The growing screaming-like!

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