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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-04-16 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | Blood and mists Just silence… Eternal struggle between graves of time My lips are frozen My eyes, made of crystal I am made of nothing… I hear, but not your voice I see, but not your essence I feel, but not you… My soul is trapped in stillness Frozen in time. I feel the pain, I feel you Just silence… Are you the fire? That fire that burns my frozen lips, And melts my skin Yes, you are the pain… You are…. to blame… Kill me! So I’ll be immortal, The first life is the hardest to take. When I’ll be dead, Another me shall rise and walk Step over your dreams, Poison your blood And burn your eyes… I’ll do it all Only to protect my grave Together with my corpse From you…
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