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Abreast of the vast and highest

Intensity of the starred black

I'm waiting for the points

To atop defining shapes

Possessed by myself

Surrounded by the execution

Of dirty

Uncontrolled blades

The aky reveals

The endless eyes

Of a being

In which

One can only lose himself

Annulling the sense of that

For which we rise and we die

Lord of the ancestral hatred

I ask you the strenght

I ask you the dark understanding

In my weak body sensitive

To your madness

To the shade of the dark sunset

I perceive

Numerous eyes

The disoriented conscience

Doesn't distinguish the Master

Lighnings

In front of which

One cannot

As before the starry night sky

Face the immense