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The memories far beyond the reckoning

have begun to lurk in the distance

like visual objects dearly known,

the grace of the Devils hands.

As they walk with me like a medium

when I choose and require a burn-out.

Resting in expanded malicious force,

drained for murderous weapons.

Knowing where you stand

in this magnitude of this thought.

Looking at the spirit of fire and flames,

enduring on the throne of the black heart.

The memories far beyond the reckoning

have begun to lurk in the distance

like visual objects dearly known,

the grace of the Devils hands.

As they walk with me like a medium

when I choose and require a burn-out.

Resting in expanded malicious force,

drained for murderous weapons.

Knowing where you stand

in this magnitude of this thought.

Looking at the spirit of fire and flames,

enduring on the throne of the black heart.

Knowing where you stand

in this magnitude of this thought!

A bringer of evil I am,

and therefore also a carrier of light

as I use this focus through the dark

and face the sunshine in the dead end.

Limitations do not exist

when you are ahead of the crowd,

with the art of confidence I reign

at the throne of my soul.

The value of this darkness unwinds,

travelling the other path.

A hidden triumph but obvious

to the strong and wise.

By understanding this reality

I remain in a twice-coloured cloud

with feet connected solid in the ground,

and thus I get peace of mind.

And thus I get peace of mind!

A bringer of evil I am,

and also a carrier of light as I use

this focus through the dark and face

the sunshine in the dead end...