| My will is invulnerable like air with the sound of my voice
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| The universe shrinks in a wrinkle of pain
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| Listen to me. |
| I will nourish your flesh with blood dew
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| Explore the labyrinth of memory and free yourself
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| From the hypertrophy of remembrance
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| I want to awake from paralysis the icons buried
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| In the absence and disharmony so that they can
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| Enjoy again an instant of contemplation
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| And penetrate the realms of senses
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| This is the final call, the time of rebirth and catharsis
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| The quietness after the storm
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| Univocal language of phrases ancient like music
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| Relish the essence of this immaterial fluid
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| Principle of aggregation and disgregation
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| Everywhere and nowhere
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| Forsake the anguish and waver in the absolute freedom
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| Let stasis convert into motion
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| And let your essence strip of all lies
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| Throw your dice and enjoy the chance
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| The moon could not appear again |