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In age of darkness, my eyes begin to see

The shadows of all ghosts and the truth inversed

Deepening in shade, voices in tongues reversed

Where I lay down my twisted mind is where I get inspired

During the purity of my despair I choose the wide open winding path

By the Serpent of the light, since I open my eyes

A flowing moon, echoing screams, day in the midnight to me it seems

Far to find out what I am, finding death, it is where I stand

In a long foggy and tearless night, when all shapes blazed unnatural light

During the purity of my despair I choose the wide open winding path

By the Serpent of the light, since I open my eyes

My hands, lean and pale, call me to mind life is wail

Free in the tearing winds, souls climbing out of their feared temples

The mind enters in ecstasy and god is me, days long are gone, in such hour, I am born