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A long, ancient road

Towards an old, ruined castle

The castle of illusions

Illusions of being alive

A mystic feeling

Inebriates my limbs

The scent of my roots

Transcends every myth

The greatest condemnation

Is the attachment to life

I will find my genesis

The sword in the stone

Purify my genesis

With the wind that will blow

That will blow…

Purify my genesis

With the wind that will blow

I will find, my genesis

In the Long, Long Ancient Road!

Towards an old, ruined castle

The castle of illusions

Illusions of being alive

Being alive!