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Headless man holds a knife in his hand.

To dazzle the sun, to dazzle himself.

Star fire blooms in the burned eyes.

Flowers of terror devour the skies.

Wild angels laugh at the crash site

Candle in the darkness became as devouring fire.

Rot!

Wound!

Putrefaction in the ground!

White light at the end of the inner night.

Golden clothes,

golden masks

fall and burn

at a bloody wedding.

Wild angels laugh at the crash site.

Black solar eye swelled with blood.

Threads of fate slip away from me.

The land became sterile and poor.

The rain that comes will bring a seed.

Star fire blooms in the burned eyes.

Flowers of terror cover the grave.

And thousand knifes bowel my flesh,

to construct it again.

Broken landscapes, black hills capture and hold the lights.

Devastated sight stretches for miles.

The sun goes down into the depths

to reconstruct and come back again.

The sun goes down into the depths

to reconstruct and come back again.

A knife in the hand and anger in the eyes.

And heart awaits silence of skulls.

Life's flowers cover the cradle.

The field becomes pregnant and bears the harvest.

The harvest.