In a lost dark world beyond eternity
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Where phantasm has its origin
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Where the shadows hunt the light
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And no god enforces might
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Lies the sin, the painful sin.
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From the clouds above my eyes
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Drop the tears that lead the way
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To the entry of the hidden
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Wither knowledge takes my brain...
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Lead me to the kingdom of depths
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Where silence is a form of life;
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The day of decision recalls my thoughts
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And prepares my mind to die.
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Rising spirit baptises winds of
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Foreign existence, black times' cry
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Hills as a fragment of ancient breath and
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As signs for the place where the ruins may hide.
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In the centre of forbidden
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Thoughts we meet and will defy
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And the shadows will appear and
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Their eyes will stand the fear
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In the unknown reigns of darkened unknown lives...
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Lead me to the kingdom of depths
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Where silence is a form of life;
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The day of decision recalls my thoughts
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And prepares my mind to die.
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The horror lives... below the holy fatherlands.
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Below The Holy Fatherlands
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Dark Millenium |