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My cradle made of ice and snow.

A liquid darkness in my chest.

Unleash your foreign memories.

A deep and silent sound.

Beyond the black facade.

I'll carry my void all night long.

My beautiful nightmare breaks my nothing

To the ground!

A dead emotion, what will remain at all?

Here's my elegy for the final dawn.

Reborn out of my throat.

This crystal womb, a fragile place to hide.

On the cemetery of poison thorns

A funeral of my hope forever mine.

I prefer the black.

Fade away through my hands...

Memories of dying infants

Cross my dreams forevermore.

Swallow this faithful night

And let your beauty grow.

The path of darkness turns the black sun

Into shadow.