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Still a blind believe for raging memories

For a forced interpretation of these fearful sceneries

Creeping through the blood-soaked ruins, ethical disease

For a leadership on both sides of a river flowing deep

Restraining and gaining for rust and mud and blaming

Revelation, cremation for whole worlds peoples reputation

They’re walking through madness and call the end

An aeon of tragic and God’s descent

All ended November a waxing moon

And Aries guided them into doom (oh...)

Cold the hands and cold the hearts and brains so blunt

For a basal viability and a new dawn they hunt

Listening to the impacts, testimonium of pain

Resting within ruined futures and the futureless to maim

Explain me, obtain thee, how rich the poor one’s can be...

1813 still hurting and new fronts ruling, bursting

They’re walking through madness and call the end

An aeon of tragic and God’s descent

All ended November a waxing moon

And Aries guided them into doom

They’re walking through madness and call the end

An aeon of tragic and God’s descent

So many lives sacrificed but for nothing they have died

Strength to ride for a world killed by day and night!

It’s so many lives, a breathing sacrifice

(They’re walking through madness to be an aeon of my doom)

But for what they died, an uncountable price

A pandemonium without a pendulum

System elementum without its cerium

(Cerium lost and gone like the reaper’s pendulum!)