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Of the eve the last of lastest roses

Passing cries beside mystics Tears

Take a chance in make them fear

In the dust of optic ground

The frost going near

Beyond the liries, beyond the mould

Violet mask of false

Mistress its vanishes Fornlorn

Night of desperate calls

Roses without thorns

Death to you but they Eternal fuse

Make the Fever grasping in a glow

Fury calls empty Fallen

Freeze it to the wind

Gleaming eyes blind to gods

before their final dance