This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
Evil is an
Purple flames celebrate the new warrior's feats
while dry tears take
Words confuse and create equivocal thoughts
Thoughts silently transmit our inner
Call on me, oh call up, baby.
Call on me, oh
Primordial spells have been written on water's surface
The abyss silver
My will is invulnerable like air with the sound of
Move your body to the rhythm of passion
Let senses overwhelm
Diaphanous figure who silent rides death's wisdom
It's said you came
My life is made of emotions,
passions and horrors, 'cause when
Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable
commerce scrawled in Etruscan language
Dep
Splitting of median entity
Practice of doubt
I look for the truth
in
Imploring visage
An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist
Leading you
Beautiful witch give light to this black muddy sky
Snatch darkness
Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
perverse he smiled
Celebrate and praise the dead spirit
Bury your hopes with him
Nobody
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