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Venerate the ancient mysteries of the past

We perish and feed the soil as leaves bound to autumn's toil

Renewing the life amongst us as fragments of past

I recall my youth under starlit countryside

The rushing of streams, the breaking of clouds

Trees stood as stoic statues grasping from the bound earth

In autumn's stillness, a patient rebirth in them

A blazing fire, spears of flame consume

I am not the autumn's tomb as I dream unaltered

I know the secrets of the moon and what lies behind

The veil of time and mortal hysteria

Venerari sacra mysteria

I am not the autumn's tomb as I dream unaltered