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All left in favor of a well dreamt heaven

All left in favor of the kingdom of the dead

In the arena of our whims, the arena of our desires

Yellow pages rotten scripts with laws of our denials

Of what may reign, bodies in decay

A dreadful act of the endless lust

Wet ground hollowed out

A narrow entrance a fear unknown

Roots embrace the sweet end.

Yellow pages rotten scripts with laws of our denials

Silent and still afraid

A fire of dust to burn our graves

A sin to bare our fates

Naked bodies of trust

Leaves now cover the ground

Deep dark ritual

No ones sees, till the end of time

Corpses tightly bound

Silent and still afraid

A fire of dust to burn our graves

A sin to bare our fates

Cold womb..