On days of northern wind, (past) illusions surround my dreams
Babylon asleep, an everlasting foe
Striving to hurt, for flesh
By masquerade of sleep madness ever lures
Resting soul's rebirth,
Lights have faded - Euphoria is dead
Past and present
is it addiction to prevail
or mute marble words
my
Dancing violet dreams.
Joining nights of satin fame.
Acting jewel
After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the
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Humilated in human form/We have to die to be reborn
See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a
Four arc lights. Moving stealth.
Two ride up north. Into
The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, (the) sky tums red
Try to see through fainted views
As reality disappears in
I will be king
And you
You will be queen
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