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I embrace the rays of the moon

the day before tomarrow...

Amongst the stars, enraptured

and the clouds are my home

I will not cease from mental fight

nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

As I taste the bitter dust

the veil of sadness caresses me

Sleep on the gardens of the blind

I remember the child that I was

tortured by the terrenal existence

revenge, I feel th fexture of my hate

with the astonishing fly of my visions

I loved to ensoul the inner temple

to an odyssey for the ensphere

Summoning of my cold sun

the haze that sings with thee

Enter to the gardens of the blind

where only falsehood reigns

where the flowers are grey

where in grief I forever dwell...