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• Artiste: Asterion
• Titre: Dust Of Oblivion
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Alone Before the clouded thought Of ideas that fall long enough to die In the taste of rebel poetry Converting luciferian verses Into the only colour that my soul can paint A new covenant between solitude and grief Signs from before that emerge in this present Regrettably New thoughts appear With sublime words carved in a mirror Before my thirst for pagan knowledge Are we going to die? Unknown Lay your restless body Over used silk, entangled in the sand Even if your flesh's destiny Has been carved in your chest Travel inside my hell, eternity ends here Beg for me if your senses allow it Create a theatre out of this misery And I'll be the nucleus of your hell Kiss me with the warm breath of your sin Part my soul from this body, The creation of a nocturnal nightmare, And as I let solitude pass I become the dust of oblivion A creature crowned before a nameless epitaph A blank stone shredding ancient scripts Melancholy, grey as I am I will stare at these landscapes of eternity everlasting, macrocosm, everything I will sail through dark seas of tears Towards the unknown to reach what we're looking for Your existence poisons my soul Is this my prison? An abysmal burrow of tortured harlequins Who mourn laughing the arrival of their second death I hear the lonely cry of the crow When pain stimulates my soul I shall remain in silence While the tragic embrace of this doom prevails