Cold and gelid...this wind carries away my soul and my heart to a way no longer mine
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Time is still from a century and my feelings with it...closed, aeons ago, in a cold crystal that can no longer shrine
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Cold are my soul and my lost remembrance that, from years, drive what remains to a strange...dark oblivion
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Blood and life don't flow in my white and pale skin
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Like a statue disenable to live, to love, to exist
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Strange forces encircle me...with me they join
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Sanguis in aeternum funditur
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Crescit in mundo vita
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Sanguis in aeternum funditur
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Mors rapit filios in umbris
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Sanguis in aeternum funditur
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Crescit in mundo vita
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Sanguis in aeternum funditur
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Vi Sanguinis ad vitam redeo
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Two souls from long moments finally meet each other in a new dimension
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Cries my heart and the blood's flowing breaks and melt my ice
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A sense of eternal peace of life and death contains my strange existence...
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as finally a circle already know closes itself...and with it an history
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...forever carved in life's blood
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Sanguis Vitae
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| Inner Shrine |
