The pentagram is frozen, in your dark dreams
There are butchered
Awesome power
Emptiness
Loneliness
Spiritual journey
On the edge of the horizon
'Oh my lord, let us fire up every churchOh my
The forest is dyingIn the heat of the sunThe countryside
The night has fallen blackWhispering voices surrounding meMy being is
We walk on hidden waysAnd live the worn moments of
Fright calls me from beyondBy the lip of a faceless
Wind sweeps through the forestIt sweeps through valleys and mountainsIt
My body is plit openAt dawning of pain.Come, step inside
A dazed vibration wakes meFrom the confluent hiding of time
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