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Moon, oh silverlake kind of beauty

invocation of love, feeling I lost

the shadow of hollows, emprisoned

left to die in the ethereal way

Azazel, high spirit of the clearest sky

I owe you the Celestial Talisman of light

shatter the invisibile wall of constellations

exploring the infinity of the oblivion

I found myself alone in the storm of asters

in the cold breeze Gale’s only left to me alone!

On a tall snow covered mountain

breed me like you’ve done

to the Gale, Pale, Moon.