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Wherever I am, there's nothing.

Where the thought disappears,

There is a way to perish.

Empty worlds above our heads.

What rises upwards, what desires,

When we build graves.

This moment - Few grains.

Between circles over time.

Dreams far by eternity.

Searching in constant, denying pleasures,

Rejection, worshiping death,

Above all judgment of flesh and affliction.

By rituals and prayers to witchcraft and wisdom.

In twilight before dawn the virtues fade away,

Mocked by veiled faces.

These deeds to forget, these truths ahead.

[Lead: Hubert Więcek].

[Lead: Daniel Kesler].

We stand against those laws in abjection.

We float between thoughts to foreign worlds.

Tearing off garments, on the verge of lies, in preservation.

The fire smolders and the souls go away.

[Viola: Monika Boroni].