He feels self constrained between casket boards.He cannot breath freely
Birth and death - two secrets Nature - Grand enigma
The grey ground is burnt by the sunDried by winds.It
The Medieval EuropeIn a black obscurantismOf church moralThe thousands of
The way from former LifeIs across the deadIn new existenceOf
The black moon risesOver the worldIn the AbyssOf eternity.There're no
I live in a dark visionOf the cold night,I'm feeling
The sacred might concealsUnder a shell of our consciousness.The latent
Concealed senses of the human soulPenetrate into every cell of
The death approach by a grey fog,The death wrap your
I die and I want to seeThe last hope of
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