| Immortal is my admiration for the moment when the light is fading
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| For a cold obscurity that embraces the expanse
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| Life is a sparkle that expires in source
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| The only battle which we will never conquer
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| To perceive the conscience of dawn suffocated by the night
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| Which won’t surrender to the brightness again
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| This vision haunts me and once I was close to fulfillment
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| Arriving too late after they took the cardinal part of might
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| Though the day shall come when I’ll reach it
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| For the wonder at this face is my internal fire
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| I go out in the immense spaces bounded by crowns, drowned in fog
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| The dawn casts off remains of moon’s silvery cover
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| I hear a ghastly call that leads me to this sacral place
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| Dark beyond all expression
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| The wood guides me where the scent of death becomes clear
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| I am there at last, on a thatch lies
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| What once was life’s essence taken to hateful force
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| In partial unity with soil, slowly returns to it
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| The space majesty arisen by junction
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| Nature’s involution with death’s one evokes a bit strange states
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| From euphoria to fright, from aversion to morbid rejoice
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| Despite the vision’s end I know that the day shall come
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| Of the encounter with my funeral sorcery… |