Origin of time / the face of old flesh Crumbles the earth / my feet and brain Collapsing into measures / of nature's killing liberty Lights gone an empty house / should be filled of empty pain The cold dark night becomes scary soon In the light of a young moon A thorn in my soul your face fade away Awake like an owl for salvation I pray And shining flames / burning the night sky Until you / who walk among the liking Touch the overbearing / fall on the crushed In the light of a young moon The cold dark night becomes scary soon A thorn in my soul your face fade away Awake like an owl for salvation I pray He who sleeps in the embrace of not Shall carry the thorns of carrion souls He who rules the flesh of the pigs With an oral smile shall pray on fools Tough the overweening / fall on the crushed Blind eyes of old light / pigs shall rule The flesh of kings / devoured for six nights The sky is empty set / a golden snake crumbles the earth Her feet and brain / the face of old flesh Like an empty light house / hiding the cold flesh Snow is falling through / the living is gone Then the memory / of old fear is upon Rushes sordid through / winged black images Who shall build / an empty sky Same as the origin / of your face Origin of time / origin of time
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