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In the mist

Weak voices

Shadows darker then the deepness

Surround us

Burning of new strenght

Like a storm

Of a whirling sky

New witched souls

Graze empty bodies

It's a reborned

Movement

Breathless

Of creatures

Checked by supreme looks

We are damned

To wait that statues become dust

Traded on human ash

Blind corner of inhuman sight

Relfex on eternal eyes

The hate among lacerated meats

Encircles thin arms...

The earthly weakness stops

Pulasting

Wrap me un obscurity

Accompany me in the right way

That I'll cross... Victorious

Dip me

Among the painful flames

Of deep sufferings

Destroying me

Recreating me

More and more inhuman

Burnt... Victorious