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Weeping the voice goes down

Winds howl through night stormbound

Flesh of a hollow surface

Would cry as the knife now

Hits the ground

Evoke the lust of man

Ecstasy of souls’ at hand

A pattern that follows

Writings of the gods, underworlds…

Of a parallel dimension

Sanity’s vague mask of faith

Shallow walls of life, the gate

Invoke the inner flame of

Transcendence, accelerate

Growth of wings that spawn the rise

Spirit free of its disguise

Sets free the vision penetrating

Through the veils of lies

Hear the cries

Listen and receive

Nothing left

Of his desperate belief

Another day, another soul

The morning sunrise wipes away the tears I’ve known

Another day, another soul

The mist of morning hides away the fears I’ve known

Hear the cries

Listen and receive

Nothing left

Of his desperate belief

Another day, another soul

The morning sunrise wipes away the tears I’ve known

Another day, another soul

The mist of morning hides away the fears I’ve known