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8 dicembre

de Moder

The shadows are calling

Chaos enters my mind...
Howling voices call from below
Southern stream is raging,
there's no choice but to follow...

There they are,
Staring from the abyss
A new form of divinity
seeming like eternal bliss

I am not the same
Since I met you there
Soul (is) descending to the dark,
Eternity is near...

Can you smell the odour of sulphur and decay?
His wings overshadow all,
as the grounds melt away...

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