| I close my eyes and enter dark visions, embracing
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| mysticism
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| Fading away in the dreams out of my own depth
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| Storms of hate the winds of grace
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| Pure nocturnal art fulfills my needs
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| Even death falls in front of me
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| In dreams I am the majesty of mind
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| The voice that holds the speech
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| Things I steer at turns to stone
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| Dark visions and embracing mysticism
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| Opens a path to a view unknown
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| Where I am the living majesty
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| An emperor in the night
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| Riding out on the wings of might
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| Carried by infernal storms of hate the winds of grace
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| Dreams, transcendental underneath and above and beyond
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| That carries the infernal storms of hate the minds of
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| grace
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| In dreams out of my own depth
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| Departure all became as black innocence |