In a lost dark world beyond eternityWhere phantasm has its
Burning's the horizon of your mind drifting downWhen the other
"Welcome to the reign of the ashesWelcome to the hunt.Welcome
I am scared to breathe your namewhenever we dissolve to
You dive into sleepfind roses under the door, they seemto
- The Apocryphal Wisdom Of An Allegorical Apocalypse -The prophet:Many
Is that what I seem to see a conceit,An insight
In the circle deep,lost me in this cold, cold blacka
The deed is not the sin but the thought.Slide in
Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.Towards the realm of ritualLeaded
I am the medium to treasure that pulsate in your
Rearing the lool from the sunI would never know the
For lifetimes pantomimetransformed into a parade of mountainsdeliverd from the
Hellchild, be awakentime to remember the rulesthe centuries bleed,the masters
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