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Is it bad luck or misfortune night

daydream and fly asleep

that the winding road opens its doors

in merciless distant and abstract spaces

that authority is simple runner passions vain souvenir

tied to a miserable and inhuman existence

It opens as a ladder of the starting point

towards nothing runs without be able to perceive the evil

It is a world without rules sordid

that no one knows the harmful ways

It opened as vortices of undead

and them who do not know can not look me in the eyes

that I was one with the time and disappeared

by that space is in an eternal world pointless Perpètua

that matter the distances if there is no reason to go more alla

so was it and what will not be

empty spaces opens somo destructive shadow

the nightmare fair without a name

that from the beginning the name had

but it was forgotten as the old sounds

but the oak old knows what others told him young

the mountains known harmful secrets

without lies and keep horrible truths

which sometimes already nobody remembers mas alla de old mysterious dreams

but power authority recalls that his murmur sounds

old ruins of a forgotten Kingdom

they don't know what happened or that it was

that light and darkness nothing knows

but I blind arrogance and power end

power to the existing and destroy

by what does not destroy

what destroys never returns from oblivion

You can sleep peacefully with what I have said?

Your heart irreligious person wants to know more not knowing that is

of which I speak in your language that does not take to disappear

look at the sky that Crow notes espectante

you know that black time is coming

It is not filled with terror, but prepares

that the prophecies fall short

that flames madness is nothing compared to what comes

What dream forget

what you want destruyelo

for it will be better that when that day comes

where the Sun does not is alse more on the riviera or the pine

where is the death a delight that the life

fear will be fun when you see it rise

an inhabitant of profane and wicked darkness

where has nothing alive stepped on never

and only some dreamers have come to losing sanity

intended this as black prophecy

in strange characters in forgotten caves

where the man lived before

and that will be his new grave

before the storm coming towards us

and the sea cry herself

complete igneas and monstrousas forgotten figures

but nothing like what has come from very far away from our skies

and there where our hope sleeps, incubara the son of sanity

our inner demons and indomitos

you really in the mirror and know who is that face

biased by the plague and barbarism

and a choir singing fair and without rhythm

it comes already comes