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While the fog is wrapping everything

And the mind are rethinking at the persistance of time

My hands are looking for the symbol of life or death in this night

And when...

Bare trees stretch out their arms

Into the puddle of black mud

In the sky are boiling away

A storm... a sweet death

Wicked eyes are looking through the bush

Dismal moments of nocturnal creatures

That are disputately looking for

An exit that they... will never find

Because the glimmer of light

That I've seen it was only a whirl of faeries

You've cut the threads of the puppets

That had fallen in the marsh of agony

Dense and strinking the infernal liquid that

Wets the little shores of an isle from a hut is coming out

A smoke denied and white that taste of wood through trees

It is extending it's like a great shade

Because the glimmer of light

That I've seen it was only a whirl of faeries

You've cut the threads of the puppets

That had fallen in the marsh of agony

Our death, choir attracts, your carcass near

The shining obscure that my god had gift tome

Come with me to my home, where your torments never destroy yourself

Eat them, my your ours symbiosis will save our slaves

Across the flame of candle I see thousand souls

Turn against deep across in my blood

Thinking my mind is rotten skeleton trees

Extend theirs bows in the infinite darkness

The light blinds your eyes, you take your own refuge

In the marsh of agony where your tired legs will give up

And when your bitter tears resound in the darkest room that is your mind, while your dirty hands searching...

Whispering trees are crying, my defeat is a game of black mirrors, a million of corpses of wood

Because the glimmer of light

That I've seen it was only a whirl of faeries

You've cut the threads of the puppets

That had fallen in the marsh of agony