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Across the land of sickness

Buried in the sacred mud

The moon of hell is before me.

I see the souls walking

Along the bridge of torment

Without peace, nor light, nor fate.

The cursed child sleeps

In the harlot’s lap

Waitting for the twilight’s sacrifice.

They will never come back

The sorrow in their insides

The claws bring them close to death.

The magic horn bright in the sky

The clouds colapse in thousand swords

The unborn’s face is close to me

And i feel the rotten corpses.

The silence strike  the nightside

The black water corrode the light

The Abyss feels the blood,

And you starts to run tthrough the tombs.

Wandering in the eternal void

The devil told me about the unknow

The secret truth, it will show

And the fire starts to frost.

The inner cosmos is a Crown

And you take the blaze

The man spoke, you turn away,

but you don't have place to go.



Collosal fears will come

Sleeping with the howls

Dying in his name.

There’s no pray for us

Crying from above

Your God is too late

You never will found the way.