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line of ages ends in pain

between the night and the day

behind the life and the death

the veil on the eyes, the ashes in the breath

spell of winds, prophecies of myths

come forth to me apocalypse

filthy stones of wastes

and still the thorn creeps in the veins

thousands of never-ending winters

i want this time to come

glowing thorns of cosmic chaos

will eclipse the dying sun

meaningless existence as in empty grave

smell the venom in the air

and feel inside you the stream of poison blood

this age is full of stench of realm of rats

line of ages ends in pain

between the night and the day

behind the life and the death

and still the thorn creeps in the veins