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Where the blessed angels die eternal

In the night of the fallen stars

Behind the thin black line

Between heaven and horizon

A world of crushed columns

Ashes and dust

Each night, I escape

Behind the thin black line

Drowning deeper, where's nothing more or less

Following the path to eternal cosmic night

I follow the path

To the eternal cosmic night

Where the world is on fire

In the night of the falling stars

And the ruins of tomorrow

Melting behind walss of flames

There's a place

Where the blessed angels die eternal...