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As an old forgotten ritual

I retreat from the world

and while darkness fills my eyes

the ones of my soul

open like gates sealed in oblivion

And in the vision that is granted

it came through the mist

extending its cold hand

dragging me towards the unknown

Pitch black night rises from the ground

And the world fades

closing its gates behind me

while the storm spreads its veil

devouring the sky

On the vast and misty road

the wind shapes the silhouettes of trees

revealing their form

as angels impaled

trying to escape their fate

like guardians of the road to walk

Shadows along the way

dark pyres of black flame arise

until they become the storm itself

Struggling to escape

as I walk against the wind

I return to the same path

like a force that drags

through the scorching ground

leaving nothing behind

As angels impaled

trying to escape their fate

like guardians of the road

so I walk among them

Leaving behind, in every footstep,

the world I knew

it crumbles and falls apart

like pieces of cloth, lost in the blackness

moving away on each step