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Enigma

Dying cells of ancient knowledge

Hiding, rotting in the depths of our minds

Set them free

You will see

Resurrection of the unnamed goddess

Heathen ways and misty paths

Judged by the spotless of vanished proofs

Set them free

Show to me

Humiliation of infamous life

Dying wish like a fallen shroud

Solemnity that our hearts misleads

Come with me

Show to me

The myth of solitude brought by thee

Concealed temple of deviate origins

Devilish desires burn in every inch of our flesh

Set them free

They will give

Dreams you used to know as sins