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My profane, secular self

Becoming more apparent

To be liquified

Transforming to pale mist

Trapped, caged within

I am a hermit with nothing in sight

But molten minds

In the fields of blight

In the carrion of this dream

There is nothing but a mould

Of bleak grey, shrouded with thoughts

Transforming to pale mist

Transforming to pale mist

Transforming to pale mist

Evolution decline

Putrid light defies

Swarming, lurking and festering

In the grey of death

Solo: Saarioja

Animosity devolved

I am a ghost of my past

Present, future, now

An umbra of death

In the carrion of this dream

There is nothing but a mould

Of bleak grey shrouded with thoughts

Transforming to pale mist