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I wish you could see the dreadful Scar inside my Eyes

I wish you could feel the ruinous Touch of Consciousness

I wish I could speak but King Silence rules my empty Rooms

a howling cold Wind devastates the Visions of my Dawn

I belong to that Race

who stands on the Verge of Ruin

climbing up the Glacier

to conquer God's Domains

I can't remember as well as I can't forget

my Body lying down on a snowy funeral Pyre

dreaming of Chaos, watchin' this deadly Season passin' me by

I belong to that Race

who stands on the Verge of Ruin

climbing up the Glacier

to conquer God's Domains

Aurora's rising

showing up its Multilight

I watch it coming

a fearsome Growing

beheading my Illusions

Empress of Visions

the Veil of Maya

was torn behind my Eyes

Aurora's rising

and even if I should see the Face of God, it will mean not so much to me

because I've heard the chilling Voice of a merciless Jesus Christ

who's lost his Will of our Redemption