| Trying to comprehend the existence of his own race
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| Lord of all, lord of nothing, lord of void…
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| Lord of a consecrated gypsy soil
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| The quest for illumination could blind you
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| And consciousness is the first step to a real knowledge
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| The stair goes upward
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| Through brilliant sounds
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| Where the ears cannot hear
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| And only an open heart could feel
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| Prowling, the target’s ahead
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| Forward! |
| Forward, straight to the end
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| The grey man walks the path
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| In the desolated land of inclusiveness
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| Against the wind he struggles
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| A cold wind like a blade
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| Conquering the inconsistence
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| The meaning of the question burns the heart away
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| The naked spirit crawls in a labyrinth of walls
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| Wind keeps on blowing
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| Cutting the most perceptive parts
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| Of my lonely rambling soul
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| Looking at the sky, I growl… I growl!
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| Forward the grey man goes…
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| Time fades away
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| Time is a lie
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| Silver horizons overlook the sea
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| Opening a crack in the existential vastness
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| Sunset, sunlight
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| Time is all a lie in the existential vastness
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| The sand covers the ancient lie
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| Time fades away, then sand covers the lie
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| Visita
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| Interiora
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| Terrae
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| Rectificando
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| Invenies
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| Occultum
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| Lapidem |