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[Music : Azhemin, Lyrics : T.Maensivu] I do profound the death, Inside which it weakens me. Not mine acting does it cause ...it is in fear. But blindness thou see in every mortal - dreamlike thought, including in me. Beheaded I am, greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being. For a saviour of this soul had it even ever been? Thou all art but blind fruits, in mine created bowl ; Only feeling my hunger to thine flesh, as stars have come old. It Is a desolate night in me again, so I was told. Carried I did the shadow alone, to these crystalmoors. With a bare arm and drop of blood ...as I do recall. Letras de cancionesMy reasons for vast profoundness, are deepen far away. By the shimmering light of the "ill-face" I do stand pale and tall... Wandering about in darkness questioning myself Was there ever a day at all? From Letras Mania