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On the dwelling dark

of the lost souls

the screams rise

from the silence

and every second

will be converted

in centuries of

desolation.

Is there so deep

where the light of the stars

don't reach to arrive

and the sun will outshine

everlastingly

the yield of his throne

to the moon

(Queen of the night).

Don't remains nothing

no hopes, no mirths

only I have the wish

to die forever

and sleep between

the silence of the

ancient ruins.

But all is senseless

every dream to be

left behind

and every illusion whitered

only flames, oblivion and

silence.