…And the Sun over the Temple will rise in the hands of the Peacekeeper
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A sign of a new chapter of the universe
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Making the turn of a new era of chaos creation
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Eternal struggle in the depths of the subconscious
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Chaos spawned by the universe in darkness
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Primordial Temple
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Black and white essence, cutting through the walls from the outside
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Writes blood torn wounds
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Writes blood torn wounds.
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flock - flock
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black-black
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crows of death
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Fly to the feast
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Smell the fresh blood
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What oozes from the wounds of the Monolith
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His skin is clean, his bones are cold
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His womb is engulfed in chaos
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Black and white war
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Endless fight
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This is my Temple!
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Makes the move
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In the belly of war
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Endless pendulum
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rebirth
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Chaos in whirlwinds is the essence of the universe
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Through the pain of a cold foundation
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Yes, biting into the walls with the teeth of a hungry beast
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In the arms of whirlwinds, in the womb of the war generated
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Filth seeped into the outer essence of being
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Chaos!
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I can smell the stench of fallen corvids, scurrying everywhere!
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I see myself through the faces of wounds under the gaze of their flocks
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Their cry pierces my insides, under the oppressive gaze
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Like a pack of greedy dogs barking
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Their cry resounds the house of the dead sun
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The earth is waiting for death!
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Smoldering in the bosom of chaos
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I'm languishing in anticipation of becoming their carrion
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My Temple is the abode of the soul
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My Temple is the eternal home of time
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My temple is built in me
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Convulsively longing for rebirth
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My Temple is my pivot of time
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My Temple is the soul of the universe
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My temple under the eyes of crows
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Cloth of vanities covered by the gods
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Chaos from outside
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Reborn into the darkness of the hurricane
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Filth in foulness will merge in the struggle
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In eternal embrace strangling the Ravens
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My Temple is the abode of the soul
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My Temple is the eternal home of time
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My temple is built in me
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Convulsively longing for rebirth
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My Temple is my core of epochs
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My Temple is the soul of the universe
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My temple under the eyes of crows
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Cloth of vanities covered by the gods
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My temple...
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... But the Sun over the Temple in the hands of the Peacekeeper will rise
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And the Sun will rise above the Temple in the hands of the Peacekeeper
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The cyclicity of times turning a newborn circle
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A series of changes will turn over the vain camp
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Letting the whirlwinds fade away, creating the harmony of the bosom
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The day is not eternal, the night is not eternal
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Only the essence of rotation is endless
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Darkness follows the trail of light
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How light follows the trail of darkness
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Sunset again, the seed is born
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new corruption
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Becomes a harbinger of reborn whirlwinds
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eternal war
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But the sun will rise... |