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[In medias res: ... a chilling,dark blue-toned vision,which is actually a strong picture of a strange cruxifiction. Night is embraced by magickal aura, words fly through the air:] ["Fullmoon's light dancing on the hillside,] [Where a tiny crowd marching so noisy and swarming like a beehive,] [Going up to stand a third in between two crosses.] [There's one dragger among them, whom will be surely crucified..."] [But the text is a "bit" different...] Ancient room- moist and dark Yellow, timeless mildew on the walls. In the centre a chair I sit Walls: With countless eyes overlaid, Immense Eyes:(Numbers) (It) hurts. In a place foreign (Where foreignity I feel not) These eyes urged to watch me when you' re pushed under water, and you know you have not enough air: "Lungs adhered, nervepanic So grotesque" Through craft unseen Staring fixed with no eyelids, Letras de cancionesJust sitting in the wall So large are they like human... Heads. As warmth fills my heart, a fever begins crawling, Swelling slowly away in my shape, Getting closer to my head, To have it squashed. The presence of fibrail engrams in gyrus: Green hand-seems mucous A tongue, in this palm's middle Kisses one huge eye Lick through with pleasure Lick through with joy Tastes good... Cold Saliva Cold Tranquil Gazing hundreds of eyes Piercing, bursting me I can not hide, I'm lame, I think. Nausea, Fever, Vacuum in the head Yell- a parched throath (Muteness.) Tranquil cold, Cold I shiver, (it) hurts. "Circumdederunt me gemitus mortis: Dolores inferni, circumdederunt me. Non omnis moriar." From Letras Mania