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The fears, arrive, in febrile winters nights

With grace, they nail and make our faith

Create, enslave and claim shapes, for distant shades.

Hear the cries, inside, as thunder breaks the sky

The dreams arise and feed with signs

As the rain we extol, destroys our world.

So cure the wounds, with fragments of the moon

Calm the seas with crimson winds

Enthralled spirits obeying prophecies.

Now we try, to fill, (that) empty space within

With misty sons of older gods

As it was praise the sun, in times of yore

Timor omnes fecit deos

Timor omnes fecit.... reductio ad ignorantiam!

Another process soils my heart

The nature's expressions blind our sight

Unknown sources became divine

In darkest times

The pagan gods we build today are broken idols born again

Patriarchal figures in the

Silent sky.

Withered hopes, awakening thoughts

Dispell the fog (of the gods)

Archaic desires

Pathetic prayers

Timor omnes fecit deos

Timor omnes fecit... reductio ad ignorantiam!

Another process soils my heart

The nature's expressions blind our sight

Unknown sources became divine

In darkest times

The pagan gods we build today are broken idols born again

Patriarchal figures in the

Silent sky.

The quintessence of vanished dreams

The agonic scream of our will

Shattered illusions mark the way

Of freedom.

An inner song restores the dawn

Agnostic doubts is what we sow

No more we hide

in the inscrutable

Divine lies!

Timor omnes fecit deos

Timor omnes fecit... Asylum Ignorantiae!!