All the stars in the north are dead now All the morals of wasted human... debris Walk with me into the night Do not remove the cobwebs Of war clinging to your face They will tell of pains unknown All the stars in the north are dead now All the morals of wasted human debris Torn to pieces - handcrafted delerium One war remains - war of everything Tanto magis infra se oecidit Quanto magis so contra gloriam Sui conditoris erexit
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