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Pitch black eyes -

Towards the skies

With the wind above the earth

Ash

Smoke of war will bring

From the sea

The anguish of depths –

The legion of the dead

I feel the breath of darkness

They're like the edges of diamonds

Their flesh is a power for nature

Their blood grants everlasting years

There's no more horrible thing

Than the blind thirst of power

And in chase of beauty

Craving for the sacrifice

In the tower cast of steel

In the stormy slough

So far

Somewhere in the icy womb

Virgins sleep, of celestial beauty