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Death kneels before the darkness

Our kingdom is away from humans

Isolated in the paths of anger

Sadness overwhelms for weak minds

The tombs resonate with winds of winter

The hands are shaking, my heart bleeds again, oh lord…

Each star is a dead soul

Out of time

Torments carress our lives

Blessed by God

Insane, Funeral, Submission, Christ

The paths meet and looks like me

Nocturnal winds are breaking my face

At night, I smiled in despair

At night, tears and screams fill my soul

Lorsque l’inerte répugne

Entravé dans un tombeau d'écorce

Le visage ange devenu prune

Aux mortes chairs sculptées d’un parfum rance

Oh Lord….