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The damnation of the centuries is still staying

Here, like the black cloud of grief, like the dull

Dawn of an automnal day

Pain, sorrow, hystery is what offer to us our Lord.

What the beautiful sky, this foolmoon night,

Stars light all the creation into this darkness

Unknown sounds brake the eternal tranquility

Oh favorable wind, reel like furious

Higher from the grand turret, where Death

And life become one, the journey of soul after

Death, memories from the signs of the cross

Where the infernal abyss seems to be

The passage from the time to the eternity

The only one I want is to be true

Is a dull sky with clouds and despair, the beaming

Of the moon seems to be the unexpected hope

This salvation could be like an oasis somewhere in Egypt

Why is such a mystery?

Even I feel the ancient force when I walk to the

Enternal of a pyramid or a temple. I know that the spirit

Springs from the Noerly of the mind, and one day you will see...

That we will leave everything back, why is such our purpose?

Because life is the suffering that you'll pay for the etern hapiness

There isn't truth more, gold from the truth of grief.

One thousand times to be born, one thousand times you willl crucified

The old woman is still nall for the dead, the old like paths

Of the peaple to wake up the dead.

The damnation of hundred years, it's still living with us.

Like the black cloud of sorrow, like the dull dawn of an autumnal day