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No more existing eyelids so hard.

The hands are left in the deepest abyss.

Nothing can wake this cursed mind

That still remembers the blackest skies,

Can’t realize it lost its eyes

Engulfed in flames of the severest skies

For the falling.

There is the furthest secret place

Where the life arises from the space.

That place can show him the greatest fault

That he had done forgotten the goal

Immersed in the darkness.

The ancient wrath.

The waves are rising and the eyes can see.

The storm is roaring and the arms can feel.

When they destroy all universe

He will be able to learn the truth.

When the storm lets up and goes away

The sea'll be fog-bound and lose its edges.

He'll find the path through the memories

That will create the ghostly ways

Paved with destruction and a dreadful scale

Rooted in the darkest ancient times

Of murder.