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Huge trees dominate the immense. They're without a natural color. Only the night, darkness, obscurity drawn on'em wonderful esoteric shadows. I revived in my memories (But I don't live). I'll blot out my memories. I revived, I live in a pale light that is on my walk. Doom is written! Memoriam Tenere! I still see your cerulean eyes, fixing me and hiding behind - White candles - I see you, you run, you escape But it's useless - ha ha ha ha - You know it's too late, doom is written. - Memoriam Tenere - Don't use your tears, I'm heartless! - ha ha ha ha - A drop of your blood, drop by drop - slowly - The death will come, a drop of my sperm - will be - The child of hate, of my hate - you... - Don't be afraid, you won't die under - the hot sun - the mantle of Novembre will tie your chains - And you will slowly die - slow your suffering, slow my pleasure Memoriam Tenere - Worshipping your dead flesh - Memoriam Tenere - Smelling your stench - From Letras Mania