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The glows of twilight are guiding my spirit,

Into the path of serenity.

The mind is whispering the dirges of the Moon’s agony,

Surrounding my soul, catching my mind,

To the gates of oblivion.

Nocturnal shadows embrace my thoughts

And carry them far away from Time and Space,

On the wings of sorrows.

Nocturnal litanies are lighting the gateway to purgatory.

Move forward, my son, and embrace

The restless dream of conscious insanity,

That carries the foam of the ancestral tide.

Move forward, my son …

Towards the vanishing dawn of a howling sleep.

My dreams inhaled by a breathless sleep.

Forests run aground the jagged mountain ridges,

Mineral witnesses of an aeon’s afterglow.

Unfathomable frontier of forever lost wisdom,

Embodying the beginning and the end

Of a sullied era by human scourge.

The celestial echoes of the winds glide

Over the anticlinal mass

Of sanity and pain.

Pillars of the ether whose roots

Draw their life from immemorial subterranean veins,

Mirror of Time, timeless wisdom.

Move forward, my son, and embrace

The restless dream of conscious insanity,

That carries the foam of the ancestral tide.

Move forward, my son …