Produced from the maelstrom of neglection
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my nocturnal prayer died away
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in the unreality of a never ending happiness
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"My prayer...?"
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"Died away in eternity!"
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If there's live before death
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it's not for me
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who spreads his dark cold pinion
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over the eternal silence
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of a gnawed frosty winter landscape
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"My prayer...?"
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"Died away in eternity!"
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The answer of the mystery
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which is put into my hands
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is the unholy property of a
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longest forgotten insufficiency
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which built on rusty pillars
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indulges in senseuality to the
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morbid repulsiveness of ruin
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"and what moves there in the shadow?"
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"It's your image!"
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"Who calls there in the mirror?"
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"It's your comprehension!"
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Unrestlessness whispering appearences
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shatter the frail ear
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which escapes with the folly
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of an unconcerned remonstration
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up through black dirt into the light
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[Wintermute:]
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[music by matton/bartsch dez '92]
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[lyrics by bartsch nov '92]
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Wintermute
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| Bethlehem |
