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END. THE END OF MY DOUBTS

THAT LEAD MY WAY SO MUCH

THE PURITY OF MY FEELINGS HIDES INSIDE ITSELF

I'M MY OWN GOD, MY MASTER WHOM I TRUST

THIS IS MY BLACK SOUL WHICH SURVIVES FOREVER

I DONT ESCAPE

OUTSIDC THESE EMPTY WHILES

NO, I DONT WANT TO SEE

THE FUNERAL OF MY OWN I

AND SLOWLY BURNING FLOWERS OF SORROW

AND TO SCE MYSELF DROWNING IN A PAINFUL FROST

MY DISSOLVING BODY

I'VE GOT MY OWN WORLD

WHERE I DWELL LONELY

THERE I CAN FIND UNKNOWN VOICES I KNOW

THC ONLY ONE WHO'S COMPETENT TO COMMAND ME

THAT'S ME, I'M MY KING AND SLAVE TOO

NEVERENDING QUESTIONS, TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS

TO BE RULER OF HORROR. THE PROPHET

I FUMBLE IN A NOOK OF CREATION

WANDERING BLIND

THEN SUDDENLY DESCRY WHAT I AM BORN FROM

I SHALL GATHER GIFTS TO MY FEET

I PICK THEM UP BUT THROW THEM AWAY

WHY SHOULD I PROCLAIM ANY ODE FOR ME?

I DONT INTEND 'CAUSE IM NOT THE ONE

WHO WILL REDEEM THIS WORLD

I STILL OPEN GATES OF MY ORCHARD

RIGHT THERE WHERC MY DREAMS FLOW

WHOEVER'D LIKE TO ENTER

HAS TO TAKE THIS ADVICE:

AMONG THOSE FRAGRANT FLOWERS

GROW ALSO THE THORN-PLANTED ONES

AND WHICH ARE THEY?

...ONLY I KNOW