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I feel the waters

Between my hands

My breathe slows

And the arcane mysterium begins to grow

A pathology of the manipulated

We perish in the remembrance of sorcery

Possessed by the crystal of damnation

The leaves and trees of time

Blown away as ageless sand

I seek the portals

Illuminati Serpenti

We see the life of dawn

Illuminati Serpenti

As if the wind

Brought upon the masks of humans

The acid rain washes away

Our tears of agony bellow

As bloodless massacres

Bland charisma of those who never spoke

I must return to the dimensions

The times of ageless times

The space of decaying space

I seek the portals

Illuminati Serpenti

We see the life of dawn

Illuminati Serpenti

As if the wind

All delivered by the dying king

One of reason,

Chance,

And defilement…