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Part I (The Gazer)
14:50
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Redness behind the crest of east
I Cherish the last rays of this mournful day
Night spirits are whispering truths
Lost chants about death and life.
I gaze this black eternity at my will
Inhale it to fulfill my lungs.
This night woodland is my home now,
I'll enshrine it till the day I will breath no more.
Rain pours down
A cold mist is raging amongst the pines.
Let your eyelids fall,
Your guide it'll be in the eternity of time.
I touched the hourglass,
Saw what it means to be alive.
Made from rocks a bed,
rotten rose's thorns I crowned my head
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Part II (The Haze)
06:21
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I woke up in pain, as the last sunset's gone.
I'm trapped inside this horrible haze.
And this haze is chocking me to death.
Bounded by the moon.
Embraced by the earth.
Abandon by lies.
Washed by the relentless time.
The earth's scars muddle with the wind.
Inverse process of a long gone rite.
And the haze pulses.
My scars reopened by the crash.
Healing. Slowly, as I feared for my own death.
And it sung like this:
Everything just stays.
Everything just flows.
No one would care.
As no one has never known.
So, let it go.
Set your corpse to rest amongst the Blackwood eternity.
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Part III (The Crown)
13:15
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Redness behind the crest of east
I Cherish the last rays of this mournful day
Night spirits are whispering truths
Lost chants about death and life.
I gaze this black eternity at my will
Inhale it to fulfill my lungs.
This night woodland is my home now,
I'll enshrine it till the day I will breath no more.
Rain pours down
A cold mist is raging amongst the pines.
Let your eyelids fall,
Your guide it'll be in the eternity of time.
I touched the hourglass,
Saw what it means to be alive.
Made from rocks a bed,
rotten rose's thorns I crowned my head
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Part IV (The Hourglass)
06:09
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