In a frozen cave
Where will be sleeping
A thousand serpents in a niche
Of leather and silver
The eyes close
Stone embitters the eternal seat
The crystalline waters shine
They shine and they mirror
So unconscious
They fight void brave of the tears
Into desecration
The more beautiful woman layer
Embroidered with the unholy
And sacrilegious feeling
Reflex of Myself
With my prayers
Come from the sharpest sheet, wisely,
Horrible for your rhymes
It can make you God
A luxurious crown
Full of fidelity
And majestic passion
Where madonnas
And messianic temples
Burning in praise for you
And your ministers
Arriving the gloomy below will see my place
The emptiness that will be cold and with sadness
Cry trees, cry for me
As the fingernails of a harpia in my soul
The Star-king's splendor
Arise slowly
Where is my soul?
Ah, feel the manifestation of the essence
Into the mist of hate
To the days exist the night
To the pleasures exist the torments
To the creators exist the destructors
Ah, feel the darkness
The tranquility is the devastation of the monotony
And the illumination's wisdom
Meditating in the contemplation of the horizon
Where are you, Nibban? In a frozen cave Where will be sleeping A thousand serpents in a niche Of leather and silver The eyes close Stone embitters the eternal seat The crystalline waters shine They shine and they mirror So unconscious They fight void brave of the tears Into desecration The more beautiful woman layer Embroidered with the unholy And sacrilegious feeling Reflex of Myself With my prayers Come from the sharpest sheet, wisely, Horrible for your rhymes It can make you God A luxurious crown Full of fidelity And majestic passion Where madonnas And messianic temples Burning in praise for you And your ministers Arriving the gloomy below will see my place The emptiness that will be cold and with sadness Cry trees, cry for me As the fingernails of a harpia in my soul The Star-king's splendor Arise slowly Where is my soul? Ah, feel the manifestation of the essence Into the mist of hate To the days exist the night To the pleasures exist the torments To the creators exist the destructors Ah, feel the darkness The tranquility is the devastation of the monotony And the illumination's wisdom Meditating in the contemplation of the horizon Explain Request ×
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