Deep inside the woods, whose sight's embraced with
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Wintry fluid
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The wolves come forth the sacred fire, whose flame's enshrouded in
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My deep passion and anxiety
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Memories of pride, memories of hunger
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The lust forsaken, the hate bereft
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Bitterness and strength, they all come into one
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One and only, those far behind I've left
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Praise the somberness of outer worlds,
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Raise your hell and grant me your bereavement
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The luminary gods dwelling in my reveries,
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Buried in the infinite concealment
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The sun of the sleepless, the one we bark upon at night...
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The dawn brings it's regular disease,
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Granting us it's incinerating warmness
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Dearest phantoms of the night, they're finally released...
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Whom does shine this magic light upon?
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The ghastly theatre of nature, is it thee?
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Whom does mortify this scintillation among the cosmic lawns?
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The answers hidden within the very depths of me...
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Those crystal lakes of an alien origin
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What will they spawn and how will they act...
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Entangled in barbed wire is the divine pigeon
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What kind of peace will these long-dead spheres bring...
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Mythical source of an ancient knowledge
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A fountain of repulsion, truthfully the one I've longed for
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The legions march across my motherland
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The one deep beneath the surface of the earth
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In the night, in deepest solitude my spirit is reborn
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To fly high above the woods and explore the caverns of the
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Underwater lands, reigned by a supreme king with horns
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Will I worship him or cease...?
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Cease into the space, rise above the mental reign
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Afraid the natural and listen to what the looking glass will say...
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Unite with my spirit lovers, for the gates are open
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And the circle is now complete...
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The Moon, The Sun, The Stars
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Rossomahaar |