The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickedness
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Ephemeral in it's regressive condemnation
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Pulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning ocean
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Mirroring the further mental transmigration...
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The crescent moon grows old
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And airy castles made of glaring starlight
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Endure the utter suffering
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Sparkling in this moonless winternight
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[narration:]
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The consuming parallels are broken,
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Perished are the chambers of Utopia...
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Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorged
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Into portals of chaos the Space emerges...
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Portals Of Chaos (The Final Transmigration)
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| Rossomahaar |
