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birth of the sublime

in the middle of the night

Something that will shine

and breathe when I touch the sky

It plunge into eternity

of the planets, quasars and worlds

newborn fulgent star must flying free

cutting space and flying high is more than it has trow

investigating the world, whole universe back from

your desire for everything outperforms the rest

enviably looking they want bring you to the death

you chase without exploring everything around

you run from persecution of another stars

you still running fast and you are still far away

and see a light in the distance it's a dead end place

power of big soul

Invulnerable strange of mind

even so injuried you shine

crucified Star

subsiding godness flame

at the end of day

words, that sharp as blade

making sweet hope blaze

one's own among strangers

like witchs carried to stake

race was not lost by God

God was lost by race

the one who could change the whole world not even a genius

demos turned in demons, flame out like a frantic maniacs

forcibly take away the power of the only one

who could bring peace and life to this broken world

now they carry him through stars, that just blaze like them

they hang him on symbol that he invented himself

so painfully they hammer nails into his hands

make him suffer, but after long time they will regret

power of big soul

Invulnerable strange of mind

even so injuried you shine

crucified Star

the body always dies, the soul always reside

power of big soul

Invulnerable strange of mind

even so injuried you shine

crucified Star