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With the hourglass everturning still the portrait is unchanged

The eyelids of the Sleepless are still hanging high

With the hunger of the great devourer and the sign of TaArEcT

Twice a birth has been blessed, three nights before July

I remember when worn out on vast and burning deserts I crawled

And this caravan staggered my path aside

Those Moonriders' enchanting tales of abstract charm

Once is enough to forever remember their music

Do you remember their stuttered words?

The verse unrhymed and the ending everchanging?

Do you remember your open sores?

I will keep pouring sulphur and salt on that graceful bane

For the solitary times you gazed to the stars

And the primal awakening when you wandered off the scenes

For all the wounds and pains when you marched onwards in scorn

And the fabric of the curling snakes still reshaping your skin

Do you remember their stuttered words?

The verse unrhymed and the ending everchanging?

Do you remember your open sores?

I will keep pouring sulphur and salt on that graceful bane

Have you enshrined the blackened stone?

The brazen eye and the memory of an ancient whisper?

Your journey towards Edfu

The cavern's descent and the mystic cascade

I remained for so long above these burning dunes

And faced so many times the great Worm below

Οn these arid lands you can grant me more that ten plagues

For I had left with a sword to return with a crown

I remained for so long above these burning dunes

That this skin can no longer get scorched

Behold my relics that I hide above the stars

And the torn asunder pieces of all inherited maps

Keep the hourglass everturning, filled in sands of seething gold

So with the caravan my chance will come to stammer my

enchanting tale

Hang your eyelids up high and dream beyond the unknown

For three nights before July the end has again been rechanged