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In the gloom something so bright

Appears in the flames and leaves it behind.

The glint of the soul will flow through the core of the darkness

And will extract the roots of a molding tree fallen down

That will be torn apart by its slightest touching

And will crumble to dust and fly to the sky.

In the gloom something so bright

Appears in the flames and leaves it behind.

In the night…

There is the ice of the coldest space.

The one who extracts the salt from the warm blood

Can receive the force of the live heart.

He forgot when he’d lost his true face

Gazing at the center of the tenebrous universe.

His wishes are lost in space

And now he has the one

To see the ocean floor

Where the grasping mind

Dreams about the rest,

Waits for eternity

Falling into a sleep.