Celebrate and praise the dead spirit
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Bury your hopes with him
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Nobody and nothing can rejoice me
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except the world of pretence.
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The god doesn't deserve my sacrifice
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and his image must not be
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transfigured in divinity
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Let me make experience of me
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relish the horror of a bloodshed
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feel an instinctive pleasure before
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what commonly stirs up disgust.
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And then I could approach
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following existences
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disembowel the unconscious
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Express my verity, hidden or denied
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that will appear like a blind enigma to you
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And I will find childlike purity again
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amorality that hurt the false minds
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I will essay the elementary pulsations
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those you have secluded in dreams
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Or destroyed with a symbolic castration
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I prepare my magic death
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I enter the reign of imagination
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I enter the thunder's memory
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and my body revives, my spirit is in peace
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my heart is ready, my essence plunges into warm earth
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and my mind blends with the cosmic energy.
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We all raise with the sun
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and we'll return to death
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like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean.
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I've dreamt a winged snake
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eating its own tail, encircling the earth
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And a mountain of crystal
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bearing the child of an old witch who died confessing her sins
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I woke up and I looked at myself in the black mirror
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and I felt a new magic strength
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enliven the blood time had frozen in my veins.
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Now I follow my religion and the brightness of my mind
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Since now I revive
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I honour and respect the choices I made
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I don't let silence dominate my heart
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I don't let fear suffocate my shout.
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May the queen have new desires
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that come true with the heat of fire
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I close my circle lighting the candles of stars
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I celebrate my rebirth
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The Magic Rebirth
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| Cadaveria |
