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Every time I look up to the sky, I don't know why I try to figure out

How this feeling emotion has become a part of my life

It was thing enchanting, I can't object it

It was all my fault that I let this thing to prosper

Now misery seems to be my company

Many times I wanted fly up high to the sky

Couldn't find this moment that wouldn't have denied to feel delight

Now my life is fucked. It was you who lit the fire

Only one blow then, you have made it to expire

My persistance stupid, and fucked as my life

Made me feel like shit, like I don't know how to act

Your sweetbreath, your sweetbreath

I can feel it upon my face

Your sweetbreath, I can't hide it

I still love it upon my face

No sign of christianity

Just blind lover, ZEALOT

Why do you let yourself to be grieved?

Awareness of pain does not discourage you?

Every time I look up to the sky, I can hear my thoughts - sorrowful they cry

The colours blue, white, and grey, deeply they encircle me

Just to feel the warmth of your body, and your spirit

I would give up source that leashes my will to live

Charming you stand, in synthetic shapes

Eye to eye, and soul to soul

Just to unite them, to feel the warmth

I have just few words to say:

Die meekly, die proudly, just leave

And prepare cradle for next ZEALOT

Wasn't it dead? Twice you have knelt

Isn't it dead? Will you kneel?

Here I lay, and stare at sky

As you asked, sentinel. I shall say

It died a long time ago

Still I cultivate the dead...

How far can I go?

And how much can I pray?

ZEALOT

Till I kneel before her...