This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
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Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life's principle
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It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired
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Don't resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright,
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obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust
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It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us.
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Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown
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Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal,
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it's the evidence of everything's end and corruption
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Suffering is pain, don't mistake it for ache
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Ache is consciousness, everlasting expiation.
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You can't defend yourself from the void nothing
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Lunacy is a false cure to mask emptiness
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Existence is tragic 'cause we begin to see
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the dawn only when darkness falls
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We have been called to live in the name of archaic myths
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To refuse them is like to fly with no fear to sink
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Into the eternal and primordial sleep
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To sink into the earth's secret heart
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We have been given a mask to lay upon our face
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to throw off it is like to feast with no fear to drink
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at the sacred source, to eat forbidden fruits,
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to learn the mysteries
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Of fire, of water, of human souls, of our destiny
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The throb is dying out in a vibrating echo
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Cosmic memories protect us from the chaos
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Choices cannot be erased, neither by mind.
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Absolute Vacuum
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Cadaveria |