| This is the archetype that pre-exists the man
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| Evil is an inner voice that transcends the life’s principle
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| It is shameful and sharp, but secretly desired
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| Don’t resist the charm of evil, let fire burn bright
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| Obscure and contradictory form of bliss and lust
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| It lives in our heart, but awfully beyond us
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| Death is certain but its time is a mystery forever unknown
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| Every drop of my tears is eternal, death is eternal
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| It’s the evidence of everything’s end and corruption
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| Suffering is pain, don’t mistake it for ache
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| Ache is consciousness, everlasting expiation
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| You can’t defend yourself from the void nothing
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| Lunacy is a false cure to mask emptiness
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| Existence is tragic 'cause we begin to see
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| The dawn only when darkness falls
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| We have been called to live in the name of archaic myths
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| To refuse them is like to fly with no fear to sink
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| Into the eternal and primordial sleep
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| To sink into the earth’s secret heart
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| We have been given a mask to lay upon our face
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| To throw off it is like to feast with no fear to drink
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| At the sacred source, to eat forbidden fruits
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| To learn the mysteries
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| Of fire, of water, of human souls, of our destiny
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| The throb is dying out in a vibrating echo
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| Cosmic memories protect us from the chaos
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| Choices cannot be erased, neither by mind |