| Apparition… standing in a frozen reality
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| Who are you… they must fulfill… must not know
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| Place that fall… the violet cloud… the shine opaque…
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| Translucent sight, remembering in confusion
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| What has been… what’s left undone
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| And then gone… And then died… down…
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| Lowering in fading light and seeing the gloomy fog
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| Is it violation of natural law
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| Vision of a propitiatory rite
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| With strange worlds and signs done with moving gestures
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| Hour and the voices fall in synchronicity
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| Fall in catalepsy giving vent the entities
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| Murmuring an answer with stentorian breath
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| With the smell and colours just the aura of death
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| Beside an inverted creation
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| Around psychic infected putrefaction
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| Fall down in the web of the hanged
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| Await in the limb of the damned
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| Spiritism double larvae of defuncts
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| Spiritism a cadaverical rest
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| Spiritism feel the rattle and the sigh
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| Spiritism lead the path the other way
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| Disintegrating all spiritual unity
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| An obsession from a deep and distant recess
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| The sensation does no more belong to yourself
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| The possession and fear someone dwells inside you
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| Door the opens in dangerous psychic area
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| The obcurrent absorbing force and breath of life
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| Mortuary ambient while the meeting waits for the deads
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| Dark procession soon you’ll take a part with all them |