| Unknown, Unseen, Unnamed, Unimaginable
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| You draw circles with the closed ritual
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| And a tear hidden in your blood
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| Allows to grasp the order of your world
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| Dead skies' symbols behind you
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| Shining half — consciously among the words of prayer
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| They are like cold lips of fallen winged souls
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| Still looking for freedom lover —
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| Freedom flying towards the skies
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| This is the secret mass of silence
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| Calling non-existence from everywhere
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| From bleeding heaven and beautiful depths
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| Where flowers of death revive once more
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| Time spills kisses your hands
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| Kisses existing just in unity and harmony
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| You descend unto the depths of your thoughts at nights
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| Sensing the breath of death and look of her shroud
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| Ashes of sin you crushin your hand
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| So as to walk through the symbolic mirrors
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| Know that now you are just a part of the great power
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| Death allows to enlighten night
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| Allows to worship and die again
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| Anxiety and sadness shall rejoin in you
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| Re-discovering the horizon
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| In this march you are a well-known target
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| In this march you are freedom
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| Through ascension of death — live
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| Through nudity of fog — live
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| Through winds of freedom — live
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| Through bloody shroud of beauty — live
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| In loneliness a spark of your life
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| Shall conquer fickleness of time
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| Passage to immortal non-existance
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| This is the secret mass of silence
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| Calling non-existence from everywhere |