| Eternity is relentless, this notion harasses me
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| Induces that all is worth nothing, the passing frightens
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| You may speak of darkness at ease until you’re touched by its cold
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| Until it stops remaining an abstract term
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| Infinity takes away what seems to be worth and might
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| Each of mights decline and disappear…
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| If the immortality opened as a horizon over this snowy plains
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| As the circle closed at last
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| Delusion would spout, the force of all deeds
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| Nihilism would be shed as pest embittering the hearts of a rabble
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| Would these considered the martial ones stand against it valiantly?
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| It approaches…
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| To touch this knowledge is a soul torment
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| Only winter transfers it to the dimension I may conceive
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| Its cruelty hardly substitute of a true great cold
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| Which will deliever a battle condemned to failure at dawn
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| Thus I did it once under the moon
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| Confrontation of worths with what turns them into dust
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| I reached the winter twilight though won’t reach this dark
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| Until it calls me by itself… |